On The Bridge (The Poem)
I watched the man standing on the bridge
Being a curious teenager, I tried to impress
“Nice car, Mister” I said
The man yielded a faint smile in return
Being a curious teenager, I wanted a conversation
“Yes! With you Mister” I insisted
The man came closer to me
Being a curious teenager, I questioned him
“Why? Why?” I asked
The man took his time to reply
Being a curious teenager, I was patient
“Everyone was blind to see” He said
The man then leaped into the oncoming traffic
Being a curious teenager, I ask you
“Why do people commit suicide???”
By Ada Uzoije (On The Bridge: A Novel)
