Building Bridges Part 1

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The Bridge Builder

BY WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE

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 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 old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as 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!”
This poem is serves as a reminder to me that as I advance in years what my role is to be. I know it’s not the usual way of looking at things but truthfully it should. All of us will reach an age when we must look behind us to see who’s coming after us. It is then our responsibility to build a bridge to make the road easier. I know this is in direct opposition to what we are taught. We are taught not to teach and open doors because they will take our place. Well, someone will take your place one of these days and it is my hope and goal that I would’ve made their way a little easier so that may travel farther than I. 
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