Men Build Castles Poem by Patti Masterman
Men Build Castles
Men build castles in the air;
Death builds tombs below us,
We've scarce begun to live, it seems,
When death is then bestowed us.
It is a race we often lose;
Death panting by our heels,
We thinking we can pick and choose;
Imagining free will.
We get to pick our place of rest,
And what on stone gets riven;
Don't forget that ticking clock
Before your life's too driven.
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5/7/2024 1:05:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very good thoughts in this one. I like your Style. Hope you read mine: Where the Polar Winds Blow. Adeline