Crossing that Bridge

When we look into the future,
Lots of question marks abound;
The most important one, of course,
Is if we’ll be around.

Assuming that we will, we might
Commence with making plans;
But sometimes people vacillate,
For looming are the spans…

The bridges – which we cannot cross
Until they’re in our sights.
Preparing things too early
Feeds disaster’s appetites.

And so we wait and hesitate
And maybe take a loss,
‘Cause ‘til we come upon that bridge,
We cannot get across.