The Bridge

It was an autumn day
With the sun ready to sink
Like a man in doom
I saw her
With her grey hair looping out
Sitting on the bridge
With her hands held out to supplicate
Towards those who pass by her
Those who neglected her
Threw her out without mercy

Below the bridge
Wails a river
Older than her
She is also a mother
Feeding  her generations
Yet  both of  them
Suffer the same pang
Negligence!