Crossing The Bridge.....

A woman of years

nearly reaches the end

as decades pass gently

and journeys now wend

their way to The Gates.

Filigree wreaths

of grey in her hair,

adornments of years

that leave a trail there

of past journeyed dates.

Her lifeline's secure,

a bridge made from wood,

ensures that her weakness

is fully understood

as her Bridegroom awaits.....

D'verse poets prompt. Here is the link: Build a Bridge

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