An old man, going a lone highway,

Came, at evening, cold and Grey,

To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,

Thru which was flowing a sullen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim:

The sullen stream had no fears to 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 strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day;

you never again must pass this way;

You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide –

Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”

The builder lifted his old grey head:

“Good friend, in the path I have come” he said,

“There followeth after me today,

A youth, whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm, that has been 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 the bridge for him.

~Will Allen Dromgoole

I pray that you have a wonderful, bridge-building kind of day.  Slainte, Lisa

*Photo taken on a beautiful day on a lake in County Kerry.  From a boat…aahhh.  🙂