Under Construction

Driving down the street men are at work,
Fixing a bridge, eroded by time.
Under Construction reads the sign.

When I get home I hear the sobs,
Mother is crying while Father is dying.
I look out the window and see the sign,
Under Construction is its design.

A family broken in half.
Crying so much it makes me want to laugh.
When I look in the mirror I see the reflection,
Under Construction in my direction.

Will it be fixed?
Or am I being tricked?
That the construction will end,
And a new bridge will ascend.
Or will it fall down,
With me to drown?
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It is called Under Construction. It is actually finished