Bridges of Life

A Selection of Poems

By James Bolgiano

Thoughts

I watched the sunrise this morning,

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the world readying itself for work.

So very few noticed the glimmering star rising from behind its shroud of clouds,

Turning the horizons into cascades of oranges and golds.

Its one thing not taking time to smell the roses,

But it’s another thing ….

Not watching a new day being born.