The Bridge Builder – Will Allen Dromgoole | Sympathy Funeral Poems

The Bridge Builder
(Sympathy Funeral Poems)

An old man, going
a lone highway ..
Came, at the evening
cold and gray.

To a chasm, vast
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 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 the evening tide?

The builder lifted
his old gray 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
this bridge for him.

By – Will Allen Dromgoole