I've burned a lot of bridges in my time,
Left a trail of ashes through the years,
Backed myself into a solid wall,
And been to blame for more than half my tears.
Tripped on pride and fell upon my face,
Bitten off much more than I could chew,
Detoured over many needless miles,
And even missed the boat a time or two.
"Walking in where angels fear to read,"
I spoke my mind more often than I should,
Sinner...Saint...a name is but a name,
For I was sometimes bad and sometimes good.
A loner more by choice than circumstance,
I shunned the crowds to mingle with my kind,
Finding much of beauty even though
...I've burned a lot of bridges in my time.
~ Grace E. Easley
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