Life and House
Mason carefully layered the bricks,
And spread the building mix over it,
The wall stood up straight,
and in place,
he plastered them all,
soon he was raising roof and et al,
the house came in shape,
and was painted aglow,
building it or getting it built,
took about a year or so of my life,
I had only one regret,
Which reinforced with each layered brick,
That I could not plan my life,
as I had planned my house,
That had gone by so simply and systematically,
Had I done so,
My house would have been on a much bigger canvas.
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