The Bridge Builder
By Will Allen Dromgoole (1860–1934)
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!
I was shown this poem in school recently and it has stuck with me in the back of my mind for the past week or so. The concept of it is a very interesting one, especially at this time of year. The seniors in my high school only have around three days of school left before they graduate. I have always wondered: What motivates them to continue being an active participant in school when they will never be coming back again? Why try to make the school a better place when you won’t be around to see the positive changes occur? This poem is an excellent answer to my questions.
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