Azhure Darkstone
Jun 25th, 2002, 03:26:34 AM
<u>The Bridge Builder</u>
An old man going down a lone highway
Came in the evening cold and grey
To a chasm vast and deep and wide
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
That swollen 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," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end at the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have croseed the chasm deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old grey 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 swollen stream which was naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."
An old man going down a lone highway
Came in the evening cold and grey
To a chasm vast and deep and wide
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
That swollen 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," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end at the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have croseed the chasm deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old grey 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 swollen stream which was naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."