Builders’ Saintly Pride Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

He would ever smile proudly
reminiscing how he obligated his life
converting to building blocks
cemented on all sides by
sweat and tear mortar

Erecting dwellings
emporiums condominiums
palaces castles citadels
fortresses and bastions
for raising abodes, settlements
towns, cities and kingdoms
for the blessed, and the noble

Good old day Builder,
rubbing warty palms, muses
from his moon light crept hut
beholding in senescing eyes
on the wrinkle carved face
thankfully for their patronage