Poem is about an old man crossing a stream at days end and building a bridge after crossing. Ends something like : Old man cried a pilgrim near, you are wasting your time in building here. Your journey will end with the ending day and you will never again pass this way. You have crossed the chasm deep and wide, why build you a bridge at eventide? Along the path I have tread today there walks a youth whose feet must pass this way. Good friend I am building this bridge for him.
I used this poem once and now someone has asked me about it. I can't find the poem, maybe someone can help.
Here you go Mike:
THE BRIDGE BUILDER
An old man, going down a lone highway
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and wide and steep,
With waters rolling cold and deep.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears 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 you this bridge at eventide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head.
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followed after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
The chasm that was 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."
--Will Allen Dromgoole
Thanks: Mike Rasar