A Two-way Street
Too much water under the bridge?
Too many wrongs to right?
Too much time to try to make up for?
Too many a sleepless night?
You just cram all your misgivings
into a tiny ball
and the floodgates come a pourin'
and you remember it all.
The times when you should have,
the times you held back,
the times when you could have
but pride made you act
as if you would have forever
to change things around,
and as if time would never
take wings from the ground
and escape right from your clutches.
Then the time comes when you ask yourself what?
What would I do different
if I had another chance?
Would I expect any difference
out of romance?
Would I expect you to be
something you're not?
like Romeo, the lover
or a Sir Lancelot?
Now all that water that's under the bridge
and all those things to make right
are still within your grasp you know.
They are still within your sight.
So answer that question you asked before
what would I now do right?
I'd open my heart and not keep it closed
for love is a two-way street,
a sreet where two must meet.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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