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I'm not normally in to poetry but I just love this one. Sorry if it has been posted before but I think it has a very good message, so I wanted it in my blogs.
I am dedicating it to all the gay guys that have gone before me and helped to make the world a lot more accepting than it used to be. Cheers Guys
Hope you like it.
THE BRIDGE BUILDER
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening cold and grey,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim-
That sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength in 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
SINCE WRITING THIS ORIGINALLY - I HAVE USED THIS AS THE READING AT MY GRANDAD'S FUNERAL - 16/08/07
I am dedicating it to all the gay guys that have gone before me and helped to make the world a lot more accepting than it used to be. Cheers Guys
Hope you like it.THE BRIDGE BUILDER
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening cold and grey,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim-
That sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength in 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
SINCE WRITING THIS ORIGINALLY - I HAVE USED THIS AS THE READING AT MY GRANDAD'S FUNERAL - 16/08/07