This Just In

Building For Others

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 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 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 you this bridge at the evening 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 that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”

—Will Allen Dromgoole, 1931

  4 comments for “This Just In

  1. alstacer
    September 1, 2019 at 2:20 PM

    Building for future generations… what a concept! Thanks for sharing this poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. August 31, 2019 at 11:18 AM

    Hmmm, a bridge poem from you. 🙂 I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise. Good poem and one I’ve never read before.

    janet

    Liked by 2 people

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