An old man, going on a lonely way,
Came at evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide;
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear 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 your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm deep and wide,
Why build a bridge to span the 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,
To the fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."

Author: Will Allen Dromgoole

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