Wooden Bridges
The bridges are broken between our two families and the reasons for that i don't know.
For our elders are ageing, they carry the blame. For that we must show.
It is not those who to blame and carry the shame and let them feel this way.
I hope you can find it deep in your hearts, that you will understand one day.
The tick of the time, the hand and the chime. That day will be too late.
When they leave this world, with the truth untold. You will carry that trait.
A simple letter, a call or a message would suffice, to explain what has gone wrong.
As these days count down like the hourglass life is, one day your kin will be gone.