Caring and Sharing
Offices built but seldom let,
Houses without bricks,
How much higher can rents rise
For a home made of sticks
It would not take a tornado,
Or even a light breeze,
If you can afford a cheap house,
Be careful if you sneeze.
Nothing today is made to last,
That is to our shame,
Unlike the architecture of the past
Designing was their game.
A craft that took dedication
A craft that took time to learn,
It was a vocation.
Not for money they could earn.
Where are all the artisans,
That we are losing every day,
Is it because most people,
Cannot afford to pay,
For fine carpentry
And items made with pride and care,
Created masterly,
With passion and flare.
It is a throwaway society,
Sadly this is true,
Integrity and Morals,
Truth. and justice too.
Nothing seems to matter,
Fewer people seem to care,
Choosing to close their eyes,
At the mayhem going on out there.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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