The Bridge – Why I Teach

One of my staff pinned this up in the staffroom last term. I did not give much notice to it until today as I was clearing things out busily preparing for the coming term. It really struck a chord with me as it pretty much sums up why I do what I do and why I am so passionate about leading others to do the same. Enjoy!

The Bridge

An old man going along a lone highway

Came at the evening cold and gray

To a chasm vast and deep and wide

Through which was flowing a swollen tide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim

That swollen stream held no fears for him

But he paused 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 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 the bridge at the eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head,

“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,

“There follows after me today

A youth whose feet must pass this way.

This swollen stream which 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 the bridge for him.”


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