An old man going down a lone highway
Came in the evening cold and gray
To a chasm vast and deep and wide
Through which was a flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossing in the twilight dim;
That swollen stream held 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 have crossed the chasm deep and wide —
Why build you this bridge at the eventide?”
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 swollen stream which was naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twihtlight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.
<Author Unknown>
Daisy Says: Think of others in the deeds you do today.
