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Touch Of Love Poetry
The Teacher

An old man going a lone highway, Came, at the eveing cold and grey, To a chasm vast and deep and wide. 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 time 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 eveing tide?"

The builder lifted his old grey head; "Good friend, in the path I have come," he said "There followed after me today A youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm 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!"
© Anonymous

 

 

 

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