At first we build ourselves from the images of others
Constructing foundations that are not our own
And in time we restructure the abode to our likeness
Conforming to our intrinsic definitions of home
But if we continue to practice on the grounds of our models
We will cease to be nothing then shells of a ghost
Yes I aggree, this poem is sweet and cool....however, in nation and character building, the past cant be ignored...the positive ones help! Thanks for reading mine....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! how true is that, fabulous poem.....