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The Bridge Builder
An old man going a lone highway
Came at the evening cold and gray
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sudden stream had no fears for him;
But he turned safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near.
"You are wasting your rime with building here.
You never again will pass this way.
Your journey will end with the closing day.
You have 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 way that I've come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This stream that has been as naught to me
To the fair-haired youth might a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim,
Good friend I am building the bridge for him."
Let's all be Builders.
Compliments of the Fellowship Committee of Pocomoke Rotary Club
H. B. Pilchard