An old man going a lone highway,
Came in 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 fears 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 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 you this bridge at evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head,
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he siad,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm which has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth might a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
-Will Allen Dromgoole
I love the reminder of our responsibilities that this poem provides.