Bricks Poem by David Harris
Bricks
When we were young,
we build our bricks
as solid as we can.
As one may crumble
we build another to replace,
and so it goes on,
until we are too old and tired
to build bricks anymore.
Then when they crumble,
our lives turn to dust,
ready to be blown away,
by the first strong wind,
to pass our way.
Bricks are but a moment in time....and the mortar are your friends in rhyme.....they'll help you to see it through...because that's what friends love to do
I am hoping that they won't all crumble away for I believe in 'Strong Foundations.' One has to hope that if we did that the ending won't just make us feel like pieces of dust...Everything must end, it's true, but I hope not quite this sadly...So much pain on earth, am hoping for some relief in the end myself....A beautiful yet another sad poem........hugs to you, marci.
The foundations of our lives crumbling away in old age, as parts of our lives slowly fade away, friends and family pass away tell all alone are you one day... Sad but true...10
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4/25/2024 4:13:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm hoping someone else will lay my bricks for me when I get too old to do so myself. Fingers crossed! ! ! ! Ha! Good write. Love Ernestine XXX