There’s a huge crack!

This small bridge can’t take anymore

It collapses 

It hasn’t been structurally sound for sometime 

Nothing gets hurt but itself and it’s builder

Nothing gets hurt but it’s feelings of worth 

His builder has known that it’s purpose is elsewhere 

So he takes it where it’s purpose is known 

So after sometime 

The builder comes back 

It’s pieces are guardedly collected  

And brought to a warm and sunny desolate place 

Where it’s builder puts all his time and patience  

Turned into a new playground  

Finally the bridge recognizes it’s purpose 

And there’s a smile on this old bridges imaginary face

It no longer feels worthless