Poem: The Inherent Strenth of Brick

The Inherent Strength of Brick

Bricks in the mansion.
Mortar slowly rotting away,
falling out, time a race
between neglect and the inherent strength
of brick, useless
without the things that hold it together.

About this poem.

Life is about the maintenance of the things that hold us together, which are often not what we think is important as we live our lives. Know, really know, what is important. Neglect them at your own peril. (lesson learned the hard way).

The picture was taken at Wilson Castle in Proctor Vermont.

Tom

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