The Bridge Builder
AN old man strolling along the highway
Came at the evening cold and gray
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
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.
"Now why," said a lonely traveler, near,
"Do you waste your time by building here?
Your journey will end with the closing day,
And never again will you pass this way."
But the old man replied;
"This journey which has been naught to me,
To a fair haired youth may a pitfall be,
He, too must cross in the twilight dim.
My friend, I have built this bridge for him."
For some of us, our journey will end with the close of the day over the next decades. I have built this website for the fair haired youths who succeed us so that they will have a bridge to the past and to their future.
-- Robert F. Lyons-son of William & Mary Lyons, Kennebunkport, Maine * June 2010
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