Balsa Bridge

By Narek Vanetsyan (2006& 2007 "1000:1 Club" member)

I spent every second and minute,
Pride and joy that I had in it.
I spent every minute and hour,
To give it strength, give it power.
I used my mind and superglue,
Balsa wood and razors, too.
I devoted so much time,
To make sure my bridge was prime.

Now the splinters start to fly,
And my heart starts to die.
My bridge starts to fall,
But this can't be all.
I built it well,
But now it's giving me hell.
The pieces break,
And I get an ache.

I hope the weight will still increase,
Just till a hundred, oh please, oh please.
I hope my bridge can still survive,
I hope my bridge can still revive,
This is a project to raise my grade,
From the bridge that I have made.
And even if I still don't win,
I still attempted, it's no sin!