Bridges We Never Cross

We fall in the habit too often I fear, Of crossing the bridges we never draw near; Though they loom up before us--they seem just ahead, There’s a turn and our feet are in other paths led.

We dread the to-morrow, its toil and its care, And feel that its burdens we never can bear; But when the to-morrow blends into to-day, The yesterday’s burdens have all slipped away!

Too often we hear: “Yes; ’tis pleasant this morn, But it’s a weather breeder, sure’s you are born!” So, much of God’s sunshine and beauty about Is forced from our lives by “perhaps” or a doubt!

Make use of the present--to-morrow may wait,-- To-day’s joys to-morrow are realized too late! Let none of life’s pleasures, God-given, be lost, By crossing a bridge--till it has to be crossed!