Patti Masterman

Men Build Castles - Poem by Patti Masterman

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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  • Adeline Foster (5/6/2010 5:12:00 PM)

    Very good thoughts in this one. I like your Style. Hope you read mine: Where the Polar Winds Blow.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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