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
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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