Poems for those who suffered from dementia during their life. The Darkness Of The Theatre Mark Gregory A fitting poem for someone who loved watching movies at the cinema.Funeral Blues W. H. Auden The now famous poem thanks to its recital in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral.O Me! The archer and his bowWithout each other are nothing,But when they come togetherThey become quite something. He has achieved successwho has lived well,laughed often, and loved much;who has enjoyed the trust ofpure women,the respect of intelligent men andthe love of little children;who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;who has left the world better than he found itwhether by an improved poppy,a perfect poem or a rescued soul;who has never lacked appreciation of Earths beautyor failed to express it;who has always looked for the best in others andgiven them the best he had;whose life was an inspiration;whose memory a benediction. Hes asked me if I would care to danceCant refuse, so Ill take the chanceTrembling as he takes me into his armsGliding together as the music starts. It was a joy to watch him, for he movedAs if he were the embodiment of joy,As if the energy that animated himWere a spirit that he couldnt destroy,A force that he had learned to channelInto the grace of his somersaults and cartwheels,The beauty of his handstands. Too soon he left to travelBeyond where we can seeBut its all about the journeyForever riding free. Thtitiede. Now I cant except this endingAnd as its time for me to leavePlease make haste to the receptionTo enjoy my drinks, theyre free! " When an Old Cricketer Leaves the Crease " is a track on the Roy Harper album HQ, a prominent example of cricket poetry. F amily man, first and foremost. Through our tears we look upwards to see [person] watching over us. We have sought, but we sought it vainly,That one last drink divine;We have sampled his various bottles,But somehow they dont combine:Yet I know when I cross the riverAnd stand on the Golden ShoreI shall meet with an angel chemist Wholl brew me that drink once more. The time has come when time is no moreand all thats left was once before. Analysis,Subject Summarisation And Explanation : 'On Tingling Catch: An interview with cricket poet Nick Whittock, Tingling Catch: Bill OReillys 1946 NZ cricket. They have outlivedtheir usefulness and cannot get warm and full.You talk to the clothes and explain that he is not coming back. She wore her earringsLike a queenWith regal graceAnd a silent dignityThat only a womanWho knows who she isCan possess. His Mothers Hair April Ossman A poem reminding us that we find reminders of our lost loved ones at any moment.Life As A Hairdresser Amanda Knowles A poem about the ups and downs of working in the hairdressing profession.What Secrets Are Revealed Lynne Howard A poem about the conversations to be had in a hairdressers chair. Weve travelled miles upon this earthWithout home behind the carThe fun and laughter we have sharedAs we travelled long and far. So, when your eulogy is being readWith your lifes actions to rehash,Would you be proud of the things they sayAbout how you spent YOUR dash? MORE THYME! And if Im asked to bowl I prayThe ball leaves my hand true,So whether or not wickets comeIll know that theyre my due. A humanist funeralis a non-religious ceremony that focuses on the person who has died, the life they led, and the relationships they forged. Poems reflecting a passion for spending nights under the stars. It rang an alarm in the dead of the night An alarm that for years had been dumb;And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight That his hour of departure had come.Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chimeAs we silently stood by his side;But it stopped short never to go again When the old man died. You ran with grace and strength all game,Your footwork swift and sure,Scored goals with ease and utmost grace,Brought joy to all who saw. Poems for those who loved clothes in all their forms, or who made a living in the fashion industry. Brother when you weep for me, remember that it was meant to be,Lay me down and when you leave, remember Ill be at your sleeveIn every dark and choking hall, Ill be there as you slowly crawlOn every roof in driving snow; Ill hold your coat and you will know.In cellars hot with searing heat; at windows where at a gate you meet;In closets where young children hide: you know Ill be there at your side.The house from which I now respond is overstaffed with heroes gone;Men who answered one last bell did the job and did it well.As firemen we understand that deaths a card dealt in our hand,A card we hope we never play but one we hold there anyway.That card is something we ignore as we crawl across a weakened floor,For we know that were the only prayer for anyone that might be thereSo remember, as you wipe your tears, the joy I knew throughout the yearsAs I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through. who will be next?want to face me?come on dont be shy! - Navjot Sidhu 5 1 Add a comment The third umpires should be changed as often as nappies and for the same reason. When youre lost, when youre alone,and you can see nothing but the darkness,when the shadowy fingers of night reach out,to envelope you in their icy embrace,till every breath only causes you pain,and despair is your only loyal companion. Feel no guilt in laughter, theyd know how much you care.Feel no sorrow in a smile that they are not here to share.You cannot grieve forever; they would not want you to.Theyd hope that you could live your life the way you always do.So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,the days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.Let memories surround you, a word someone may saywill suddenly recapture a time, an hour or a day,that brings them back as clearly as though they were still here,and fills you with the feeling that they are always near.For if you keep those moments, you will never be apartand they will live forever locked safely within your heart. Once it was new, best thing on the road,But now its just old; so whos driving this car? Youve always made me happy,I hope you can truly see.Youre more than just an Uncle,youre also a great friend to me. So fly high, dear flag, as we lay them to rest,Their love for you was truly the best.A life well-lived, with memories to hold,They cherished the flag; we let it unfold. A hobby, a pastime, a talent, a pleasureSome things to be worn and others to treasureHer needles now silent, not a sound they will makeBut a lesson she taught us, to give more than you take. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your backOr you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. I am the last barman poet,I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make,Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake,The Sex on the Beach, the schnapps made from peach,The Velvet Hammer, The Alabama Slammer,I make things with juice and froth,The Pink Squirrel, the 3-toed Sloth,I make drinks so sweat and snazzy,The Iced Tea, the Kamikazi,The Orgasm, the Death Spasm,The Singapore Sling,The Dingaling.America youve just been devoted to every flavor I got,But if you want to got loaded,Why dont you just order a shot?Bar is open. I know well they powerIn each trying hourThou servant so faithful and trueWhen the swift rushing windIs left muttering behindAs thou sippest the sweet morning dew. A list of 10 most popular In Memoriam verses and poems to be used on Memorial Cards. The tales you told about each catchIts stature and its girthWill live in memories unmatchedAs days pass here on earthUntil we meet again, one dayUpon Gods golden sandWell picture you, no other wayThan with a pole in hand. The fences have all been mended. I juggle through the years, and watch them come and go,With all their hopes and fears, their joys and tears and woe,I catch them as they fall and fling them to the sky,And catch them as they come back down, and so I juggle by. The funeral bell is ringing for one, a last goodbye,And on the clock of our mortality, the hours just seem to fly,Respect to the departed is all that we can pay,And for each and every one of us, a final night and day. For untying the strings that held them,when they grew up and left home.I give you this one for courage.Then the Lord added a garnet stone. A man who loves this land,And the beauty of its sand.I know of a springs fresh flowAnd autumns golden glow,Of a newborn calfs hesitation,And the eagles destination. Roy Harpers When an old Cricketer leaves the crease has been mentioned. Core of my heart, my country! Alone on my tin pony,to the heavens Ive been called,but fret not my dear loved ones,Im not lonely here at all. Pierce a bulls eye if you darethrow a fine dart through the aircenter it upon the dotgive it everything you got. Alcohol. Foster A poem for a child born with a disability who is lost to the world too soon. wc19 contest Brevity 30 words or less to the attached Mark Croucher painting Time f.. - Joanna Garrido, Profanity : Our optional filter replaced words with *** on this page , Today, Tomorrow, Long Ago and Years to Come. I am the wind in your hair, the sand in your toesButterfly kisses that you feel on your noseI am with you at sunrise and in the sunsetBut you cannot see me, its my one regret. It knocks down the road toward the next wreckers yard,And it cant get far; whos driving this car? Death is Not the End I pray that my side score quick runsAnd our opponents falter,And if it comes to pass we lose,I pray the games a belter. So, think about this long and hard.Are there things youd like to change?For you never know how much time is leftThat can still be rearranged. Toggle navigation Poem Searcher Discovery Engine 7,226 categories 345276 poems We trust that beyond absence there is a presence.That beyond the pain there can be healing.That beyond the brokenness there can be wholeness.That beyond the anger there may be peace.That beyond the hurting there may be forgiveness.That beyond the silence there may be the word.That beyond the word there may be understanding.That through understanding there is love. by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant. Afterwards Thomas Hardy A beautiful poem with many delicately described images of the English countryside.In Memory Of My Mother Patrick Kavanagh A poem written for an Irish mother who loved the countryside.Margarets Moon Jackie Kay A poem about the death of a lady, whose soul is released into the Scottish highlands.My Country Dorothea MacKellar An ode to the wondrous countryside of the authors home. This is the legend of Cassius Clay,The most beautiful fighter in the world today.He talks a great deal, and brags indeedyOf a muscular punch thats incredibly speedy.This brash young boxer is something to seeAnd the heavyweight championship is his destiny. Its all about the journeyIts the part that countsEven when he gets thereHe may just turn around. Dont curse me, for I have done you no wrong.I only want the acceptance I have needed for so long. If you can leave a warm and cosy fireside,When winter winds, nigh chill you to the bone,To feed and scrape at morning, night or noontide,Yet utter not a grumble or a groan.If you can stand for hours with teeth a chatter,When parted hens decide that they will roam.And smiling, say, It doesnt really matter,I only hope that they will all come home. Though we never knowWhere life will take us,I know its just a rideOn the wheel.And we never knowWhen death will shake usAnd we wonder howIt will feel.So Goodbye my friend.I know Ill never see you again.But the time togetherThrough all the years,Will take away these tears.Its OK now Goodbye my friend.I see a lot of thingsThat make me crazy,And I guess I held on to you,You could have run awayAnd left well maybe,But it wasnt timeAnd we both knew.So Goodbye My friend.I know Ill never see you again.But the love you gave meThrough all the yearsWill take away these tears.Im OK now Goodbye my friend. Sun will warm the daylight hours;The lighthouse illume the night.Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice Music to ease my flight. One, two, three,Dont cry for me,Four, five, sixIve had my kicks. cricket poems for funerals. Bury Me In Lycra! And when she passedHer earringsWere the only adornmentShe neededTo shineIn the next world. Bike like a rocket each sprocket fits its socket with well oiled smoothness of clockwork. Until we lose. These are examples of the best cricket poems written by PoetrySoup members Home Submit Poems Login Sign Up Member Home My Poems My Quotes My Profile & Settings My Inboxes My Outboxes Soup Mail Contests Poems Poets Famous Poems Famous Poets Dictionary Types of Poems Quotes Short Stories Articles Forum Blogs Poem of the Day New Poems Resources . Guided by the Lonely Star,beyond the utmost harbour-bar,Ill find the heavens fair and free,and beaches of the Starlit Sea.Ship, my ship! The race begins,as engines roar.They charge ahead,like a wild boar. You are the picture I paint in my headOf beauty that only exists in thought.You are the picture I dream of in bed.Of beauty that I have forever thought. He rides like an eagle, flyingAll along the stars;Its all about the journeySafe now from any harm. Ive grown up with your values,And Im very glad I did;So heres to you, dear father,From your forever grateful kid. Poems for those who shared a passion for travel on two pedalled wheels. Poems for those who kept several balls in the air at one time. The boys who came to watch their gods, It was the way he moved that made him seemSo much a part of what he did;In every somersault and cartwheelHe seemed to turn himself to air. Its all the stories you told,The places youve been.Its every sunset that you caughtand every cent you spent. Your love for coffee was a passion,A way to start each day anew.It gave you strength and courage,To do the things you had to do. Dear Lord, each time I bowl a frameI thank you for this striking game.Each step I take down the alleys laneIm glad I can play sunshine or rain.When Ive hooked my final Bowling BallPlease spare me a split when I answer your call,And take my mortal soul to beWith you in Heavenly Bowl. It made me laugh, it made me cry.Im unable to explain Ive never known such happinessI did not foresee the pain. In our hearts there is a placeThat only you can hold;Filled with loving memoriesMore precious than gold. And when he died at just years,his brother comforted me,with, I expect God wants to put him right,but we missed him dreadfully. Where the Oriole swellsHis throat as he tellsOf his flight through ethereal spaceAnd his music flowsWhile the earths reposeIs deeper because of his grace. He employed an incompetent plumber who always gave him the pip, Every job he went on he always left a drip.He was a good Brickie I would say he was first class but when it came to his team, they were just total Arse! If we treat each other with respectAnd more often wear a smile,Remembering this special dashMight only last a little while. Poems for petrol heads, or simply for those who enjoyed a Sunday drive. The poems on this page are suitable for any loved one. The sun goes down,But gentle warmthStill lingers on the land. For everything we do,there is a dance to get us through.For every day,we dance our life away. The laughter and loveIt always shone through. Its notA light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.Falling is what it loves, and the earth fallsSo in our hearts from brilliance,Settles and is forgot.It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls. Although we fell and stumbled at times,all those hills were necessary climbs. He liked collisions football, but they broughtheadaches. I imagine you greetingThe others that I loveThat sadly left this earthFor a home with you above. We have but a short timeOn this earth,So value your lifeFor what its really worth. The gardener is a patient man,He works from dawn as much he can;And when the day is done and hes through,He looks with pride at what he grew. Earrings Mark Gregory a poem in free verse about a woman who wore earrings with true grace.A Mothers Crown anon A religious poem about all the elements of a mothers character.She Loved Jewellery Lewis Raynes A slightly humorous poem for someone who wore a lot of jewellery. You were a blessing to us allyou were a special child.And were so glad God sent youto be with us awhile. He noted that first came the date of birthAnd spoke the following date with tears,But he said what mattered most of allWas the dash between those years. Just let me laugh with every tree,let me be barefoot and free,let every rock be overturned,let every blade of grass be learned,let the sky sleep over mewhile I am watching underneath let me weave a daisy chainto make into a bloomin wreath.Give me a flowered path to climb,I need no food, I need no bed,just let me live while Im aliveand I will rest when I am dead. The stark white ring-barked forests, all tragic to the moon,The sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon,Green tangle of the brushes where lithe lianas coil,And orchids deck the tree-tops, and ferns the warm dark soil. Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. Poems predominantly for those who worked behind a bar, but also those hobby mixologists. March Madness is the great excitement right now (apart from American Idol), and there is a strange assumption that this madness is internationalthat the world is somehow involved with this madness. Granddad,We know you can no longer stay with us,you fought long and hard to be with us.We know you now watch over and protect us.Although we cannot hear your voice or see your smiling face,We know deep down in our hearts that you have not left us.Instead every day you surround us with the singing of the birds,the rising of the sun and the falling of night.So many broken hearts are left behind,But in our deepest despair our greatest comfort lies knowingthat you are now at peace with the angels and God.So as times passes our tears will dry,our hearts will mend,but our love for you will never end. The windows blurry, the odometers broke,The tires are bare; whos driving this car? If the juggler is tired now, if the broom standsIn the dust again, if the table starts to dropThrough the daily dark again, and though the plateLies flat on the table top,For him we batter our handsWho has won for once over the worlds weight. Cannot be used in conjunction with other offers, or when switching memberships), Contact UsPrivacyForum RulesClassifieds RulesLink RemovalNewsletter SettingsAdvertising, Viewing 10 posts - 1 through 10 (of 10 total). Monopolyseemed like a treacherous merry-go-round.He wanted to charge no rent,disperse property equally(having been taught to share),end the game, and go drinkhot cocoa unaware a monopolycontrolled the cocoa market. Unique if rudyard kipling related items, Etsy. We all paint our lives.The mountains of challenges,The rivers of tears,The waterfalls of joy. Candles In The Night Peter Madden A poem about light fighting against darkness.Five Candles Sherry L. Williams A poem that can be used during a candle-lighting ritual to remember the deceased.I Light A Candle For You anon A poem in free verse about the symbolism of a candle and what it can represent.I Still Burn Bright anon A short verse reminding us that the flame of our loved ones burns bright, even after death. Dear God, Please Take Care Of My Little Girl Terry Gouveia A religious poem asking God to take care of a child.Heartfelt Memories anon A poem highlighting the wonder and light that a daughter brought to our lives.My Tiny Butterfly Ann Lundrigan A poem about a mothers bond with her daughter, who has passed.Our Song Jodi M. Kucera A poem to be used for the loss of a daughter who has children of her own.The Twilight Hours Christine Bevington A poem about those late night hours when your thoughts carry you away. Board Games Lou Szymkow An atmospheric poem detailing the memories we all have of family board gaming days.A Game Of Life Frank Preston Stearns A old-fashioned yet moving sonnet comparing chess to life. Im stuck in this uncomfortable place of pain that no one can see.I ask God to bring you back as I fall to my knees. She touched the hearts of everyone she knew.Letting her go was so hard to do.Her smile could brighten up the darkest room.I wish you didnt have to take her so soon. Richard. It broke our hearts to lose you,You did not go alone,For part of us went with you,the day God called you home. In Tag, celebrityattached to beingIt,so why share it? Understand?Number one in all the landSuperhuman, super-spannedIn control and in commandIm the man, Im the manThe one and only goalie with my expanding hands! The description is reasonably short too, only a few pages. The wind whispers secrets to meAs I paddle under the open skyAnd the beauty of nature, I can seeIn the sunsets and the birds that fly. May 5, 2020 - Explore Nancy Schlag's board "cowboy prayers" on Pinterest. Im old and Im bitter, with nothing to fearSo I hope I offend you by bending your ear.Its my one joy in life you can like it or not No answer in edgeways? Animal Lover Mark Gregory A poem ideal for someone who had a deep love for animals.Fly Robert Longley An inspiration poem about setting your soul free without fear.If (Pigeon-Fancier Version) original by Rudyard Kipling An adaptation of Kiplings original, but for a pigeon-fancier. Hum a song to me as I lean over into the bend and the bike leans with me. Tossed to and fro in a raging tide of emotion;without you, Im just so lost and broken. MORE THYME! Pirouette, PirouetteDancers silhouettePracticing at duskDedication is a must. I imagine you laughingYour heart lovingly set freeYou understand my griefIn ways I cannot see. The second candle represents the courage to confront our sorrow, to comfort each other, and to change our lives. I know not of richesBut rather, of patches on my britchesI know of draught and rain,Of pleasure and pain. There was once a master carpenter and he lived a good lifefor he loved to work, building things of wood.He was loved by his family,by his sons and his daughter,and especially by his wife.He was loved by everyone who knew him. Poems for those who enjoyed the art of bell ringing, or who simply enjoyed the sound of church bells. t206 walter johnson portrait; family jealous of my success Watch it sink into the hairthe chiseled point will disappearanother sip of ale to bootgame set matchthe point is moot. Sadly he has passed away and I'd like to include an evocative piece, perhaps something describing a match or an aspect of the game, that I could read at his funeral. Green sod above, Lie light, lie light. My little girl has gone,but to her little boy I will continue to sing our song. For a deeply private man it was a brief and intensely private funeral. Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait,Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will close the gate. I have been on the razzle-dazzleFull many a time since then;But I never could get the chemistTo brew that drink again.He says hes forgotten the notion Twas only by chance it came Hes tried me with various liquidsBut oh! Grandmas Quilts Mark Gregory A poem perfect for a grandmother whose knitted creations were the stuff of legend.A Grandmothers Mystery Graeme Cook A poem exploring what exactly is so special about grandmothers.Legacy Of Love anon A poem highlighting the long-lasting effects of a grandmothers unconditional love.Sleep Now, Nana Alexandra Burrows A peaceful, slightly religious poem inviting grandma to rest eternally.We Had A Wonderful Grandmother anon A poem for a loving and caring grandmother. He tends the flowers with loving care,And prunes the branches here and there;He weeds the beds and mends the fences,And gathers up the fallen senses. I cannot say. The time is nowTo find your passion.Time waits for no one,So get into action. So let us honour and rememberThe warriors spirit that lives onFor it will be with us foreverIn every battle, lost or won. So, Granddad, I will say goodbye.I love and miss you with all my heart,But as long as I have my loving memories,We will never be too far apart. Not having a good fielder is bad luck. Bilbos Last Song J.R.R. Your life was fueled by coffee,That much we know is true.It was more than just a drink,But a way of life for you. I Do Not Think My Song Will End Jonny Hathcock A poem about the deceased becoming one with nature.Look For Me In Rainbows Conn Bernard A call to remember the deceased through nature and happy memories. The ancients etched the wordsfor battle and victory onto their shields and then they went out. Pension Multiplier - commuted of full pension value used. Ninety years without slumbering(Tick, tock, tick, tock)His lifes seconds numbering(Tick, tock, tick, tock)It stopped short never to go again When the old man died. So dance with me this eveningAbove the lands belowThe clouds provide our dance floorNeath the light of those we know. If you want fame for yourself, go play an individual game. On the ashes of our Baseball Ground. And now as we gather,To say goodbye to you,Well raise a cup of coffee,And honour all youve been through. Sorry didnt read OP properly! Poems for those who were avid football fans or skilled football players. I know of the good and the bad,The happy and the sad.I am a man of emotions. For the rock outwears the man,And cruel Time wears out the best,But memories were made upon those stones,Before you were laid to rest. The Lego builder, with skill and care,Constructed worlds, beyond compare,With towers tall, and cities fair:A legacy, to last and share. Don't know if your F-in-Law was a church go-er but a good single line quote from the great Dickie Bird is below "Nid siocled yw popeth brown." Addiction Took Another Soul Natasha Henry A sombre poem reflecting on the harm that addiction can cause.Its Me Jacqueline A. Grieve A poem read on behalf of deceased addict, which asks their loved ones for forgiveness.My Son Marie Antoinette A poem written for a mother as a message to her son, who lost the fight against addiction.Pray, Dont Find Fault Rama Muthukrishnan A poem urging people not to judge those who go through hard times. city of san diego street classification map; blackrock russell 2000 index fund g1; 3610 atlantic ave, long beach, ca 90807; eternal water heater lawsuit; A series of fortunate events July 20, 2020. And left in sepulchres of stoneThe dead He buried there.But they are not dry bones alone;I see them as they were. It took you as my mother,A girl you did become.Searching for the answersAnd looking for your mum. "A Meeting" by Edith Wharton. The best description of a cricket match in my opinion is in England, Their England, written by A G McDonnell. A boy and his dad on a fishing-trip Builders of lifes companionship!Oh, I envy them, as I see them thereUnder the sky in the open air,For out of the old, old long-agoCome the summer days that I used to know,When I learned lifes truths from my fathers lipsAs I shared the joy of his fishing-trips. I know how much it hurt your soulWhen we had to say goodbyeBut Im not gone, Im always hereI am your butterfly. Heaven lit up with a mighty presence,as the Angels all looked down.Today the Lord was placing the jewelsInto my mothers crown. Poems for those who savoured the taste of coffee and relished it as more than just a boost of caffeine. Pray dont find fault with the man who limpsor stumbles along the road,unless you have worn the shoes he wearsor struggled beneath his load.There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,though hidden away from view,or the burden he bears, placed on your backmight cause you to stumble too.Dont sneer at the man whos down todayunless you have felt the blowthat caused his fall or felt the shamethat only the fallen know.You may be strong, but still the blowsthat were his if dealt to you,in the selfsame way, at the selfsame time,might cause you to stagger too.Dont be too harsh with the man who sinsor pelt him with word or stone,unless you are sure, yea, doubly sure,that you have no sins of your ownfor you know perhaps if the tempters voiceshould whisper as softly to youas it did to him when he went astray,it might cause you to stumble too. Im that little breeze in the summerAnd Im that unexpected white featherI plucked it from my downy wingsSo you remember; we are always together. Repshire: FW Harvey, Cricket, and Nostalgia. Poems for those who had a passion for karate, judo, kung fu, jiu jitsu, and other forms of martial arts. Thousands of bells chimed overheadTheir lovely tone shaping my thoughtsSplendid new lands danced in my sightBut with ten thousand bells as my guideI would never be lost. When I speak your name,It brings back memoriesOf you dancing for joyOr maybe playing with a toy. Going to second Mass on a summer SundayYou meet me and you say:Dont forget to see about the cattleAmong your earthiest words the angels stray. Thanks 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,Youve crossed the chasm deep and wide,Why build you this bridge at evening tide?, The builder lifted his old gray head,Good friend, in the path I have come, he said,There followeth after me todayA youth whose feel must pass this way.This chasm which has been as naught to meTo that fair-haired youth might a pitfall be,He, too, must cross in the twilight dim,Good friend, I am building the bridge for him..
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