From afar it seems perfect--solid and strong;
Like nothing could force it to fall.
But up close, its surface is pockmarked and rutted
From years of abuse that have taken their toll.
Further inspection reveals cracks and fractures;
Webs of misfortune that cover its face.
How easily does a coat of whitewash
Hide a past of misfortune and shame!
Over time and neglect, it crumbles and cracks;
It falls into ruin and disrepair,
And calls into mind the essence of life,
Which also will fail without care.
The life of a person is like a white wall:
Without any care it will fall.