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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;
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 even tide?"
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.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."

-this is for the real life builder who went before me and shared this poem with me in his old age...PawPaw