The Bridge Builder
Adapted from the original by Will Allen Dromgoole
An educated 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 wise 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.
“Wise 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 this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his sage head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
The youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To those fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
They, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for them.”
To a builder of so much more than houses and bridges; thank you for your commitment to greater connectivity and knowledge for all of us.