Monday, June 8, 2009

I Got Up And Tried Again...

bridge

The Bridge Builder

An old man, going a lone highway,
 came at the evening, cold and gray,
 to a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
 through which was flowing a sullen tide.
 The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
 The sullen stream had no fears for him;
 But he turned when safe on the other side and built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
 "You are wasting strength with building here;
 Your journey will end with the ending day;
 You never again must pass this way;
 You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide --
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head: 
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
 "There followeth after me today
 a youth whose feet must pass this way.
 This chasm that has been naught to me to that fair-haired youth may a pit-fall be,
 He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
 Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."


Will Allen Dromgoole

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