Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Bridge I Now Cross

When I was younger, I would fight

A lot, and even went to war,

So self assured this was all right.

Such outside stuff, my inside tore

Me up, and I drove myself to

Bad addictions to numb my pain.

Then helped to a bridge, I, anew,

Began to cross, began to gain

More peace in body, mind and soul,

To be a useful person, who'll

Try to help others as my goal,

And strive to live the Golden Rule.

Upon death, my crossing will cease.

I hope to hold all inner peace.