Build Your First Brick

There was a man with life in tatters didn't know where to turn to his wife left him children and all nowhere to live what could he do Then one day met a stranger told him of his terrible plight come with me he said kindly we've spare room to spend night From then they became firm friends got him a regular job and income eventually got a home of his own it all started with that small crumb When things come crashing down on your own life is such trouble then you must build your first brick blow hard to make your bubble That first step's so important to go forward at that time once it's taken you're on move life's hit your peak in your prime (I have written this poem inspired by the word "perestroika". The best translation from Russian I can come up with is "rebuilding", but it is not quite so, the word means tearing down for the purpose of building better.)