Imprints Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Imprints
We build sandcastles
With the hands of children
Grains of sand
Imprinted
On the minds
Of children
We build castles
With the hands of men
Walls of brick
Imprinted
On the minds
Of great men
We build prisons
With the hands of robots
Houses of pain
Cemented
On the minds
Of poor men
Once children
We build love
With the hands of God
Family of Man
Imprinted
On the minds
Of angels
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4/22/2024 8:14:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Richard, this is terrific. Different hands build different things, different structures. Yet each person is capable of using all the hands you describe. How much guidance the mind and soul provide on any given day may suggest which pair of hands is in charge. A great poem.