The Bridge Buildergreenspun.com : LUSENET : TB2K spinoff uncensored : One Thread
An old man traveling 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 held no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," cried a fellow pilgrim near,
"You're wasting your time in building here.
You journey will end with the closing day;
You never again will pass this way.
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at even-tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said
"There follows after me today,
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This stream which has been as naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may pitfall be:
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim-
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
-- (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 13, 2000
This was my Grandfather's favorite poem. He had an old newspaper copy of it, he would get teary eyed over it. I hadn't seen this poem in years.
-- Jeanne (email@example.com), July 13, 2000.
I can see why he'd get teary-eyed over this; it's just beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
-- Patricia (PatriciaS@lasvegas.com), July 13, 2000.
I got teary-eyed reading this. It is beautiful.
-- Debra (Thank@You.com), July 15, 2000.