A Constructive Life

A Constructive Life I love my job as builder so I resigned Construction of high rises rose to the occasion of the day Weighed me down with pressure Edifices will have to design and build themselves And rise to the sky alone I’m going home to write a poem today Perhaps it’s time to pray for rain To contemplate this sad dilemma Who will pay the rent? The architects of time? While I work with words that go no where Simply pulled from thin air without a care Lacking concrete foundations or sound ideas Equipped with nothing for survival Yet somehow things still take on solid lives and thrive Who will pour the cement into molds when I grow old? And hold steel beams against the cold? A resume is in my future for planning grand Ground breaking the horizon I love my job so much that I resigned Don’t tell my wife She’ll start to cry Created on 7/17/14 for Teeter Totter Poem-Balance the load contest