Next time you meet a man
Think of him not as a smidge
He really is always a bridge
That ridges you to a terminus
Some to a port of bloom
Others to a place of doom
We all want to go places
For where you are now
Is not who you are
So if you climb a man
Like a bridge
Be it for a session
A season
Or a life span
Be sure to search his spur
Before you cross or crash
© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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