Crossing the Bridge

 I don’t care, on this God’s earth 

If you could turn my bronze into gold 

It is dear to me, just the way it is, at easy

You see I, I see value in the crinkle it holds 

In broken glasses, scrap yards treasure

Turning them into beads, collage, colorful  

It is beautiful, simple to form of beauty 

Extras, I get light sparkles bright 

Forming forms, from the nothingness 

It gets framed, and kept in my pride of place 

That is how I avoid the seven year curse 

And I am always to be found at it, pushed with demand

Chipping away like it’s a coal mine 

Dirt to define how deep I have yet dug 

Crawling out from the earth on all four.  

Do you mind stepping away from the edge 

Of disturbance, with worrisome panic so loud  

Breathe easy, and don’t look down 

It’s the only way to navigate this bridge standing 

Gold or bronze, one has to make it out of the mines 

Crossing over this bridge to add value 

I don’t care on this God’s earth 

If you could turn my bronze to gold, jolly man  

Get what you can ,out of this mine in the black country

Across the bridge and lets talk value