(A poem by Bud Light)

An old man passing a long highway
Came at the evening, cold and gray
To a cataract, vast and deep and wide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream held no fears for him…
But he paused when safe on the other side,
To build a bridge across the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow traveler near…
“You are wasting your strength with building here. You never again will pass this way…
Your journey will end at the close of day.”
“You have crossed this chasm, deep and wide;
Why build you this bridge at eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head.
“In the path that I have come,” he said,
“there follows after me, today,
a youth, whose feet must pass this way.”
“This stream which was, as naught to me…
to that fairhaired youth…might a pitfall be.
“He, too, must cross in the twilight dim.
So, good friend…
I am building the bridge
FOR HIM.”

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