Hello every one by this you should know that i have a love for poetry .In fact some one much wiser than my self once said that "with, out a love for poetry the richest man is poor" and with that i heartily agree.So here is one of my favorits which i did not write
An old man going a lone high way
Came at Evening cold and gray to
To a chasm deep and wide
With waters rolling on either side
The old man cross inthe twilight dim
The swollen stream had no fears for him
But he turned when safe on the other side
To build a bridge to span the tide
Old man said a fellow pilgrim near,
You are wasting your strenght with building here.
Your journey will end at ending day
You never again will pass this way..
Why build you this bridge at even tide?
The old man 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 "
"That chasm that was 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'.
Courtesy of you friend and colleague .....Nevrob...