When I chose
by Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.
To burn my bridges to you,
O what a stupid choice I made;
For I burned my fingers with the matches.
When I changed
My mind and wished to return,
The way to you I found not;
It lay before me now as smoldering ashes.
When I looked,
Hope had been consumed by coals,
Angry flames had lapped up my stupidity;
I learned one cannot return over burned bridges.
© Loyd C. Taylor