
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Though which was flowing a sullen tide.
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.
I will update later, but for now just enjoy this poem. . .
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrin near,
"You are wasting strength with 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 thr bridge at the enentide?"
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 pit-fall be,
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."
Then I headed to the Four Square party. One of the leaders has a really amazing 4 square set up in his garage. He has had a couple of these before. THEY ARE ALWAYS A HIT!! P.S. It is not Box Ball, it is Four Square. Box Ball is something entirely different. :o) Thanks Janice.

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