The Bridge Builder

by Will Allen Dromgoole (1898) — a poem card from Justes Mots

An old man builds a bridge he'll never need again — because someone younger is still coming to the chasm.

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-
That sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.…

Themes: encouragement · reflection