The Builder

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The builder sat upon the hill admiring his work
In spite of many difficulties he’d never tried to shirk
For many years he’d dreamed of this and now with job complete
He reveled in his mansion as he stood upon his feet

He’d built for many people so that now with fame preserved
He thought of building for himself it was what he deserved
No problem there for money which was stockpiled in his bank
He’d gathered it himself and there was no one else to thank

His other treasures ocean yacht and every fancy thing
Expensive car and wealthy friends that affluence will bring
So smugly he surveyed his work and smiled in satisfaction
His cleverness with everything had gained his wife’s attraction

And so they moved into the house his wife and children three
Appreciating everything the family filled with glee
For many happy days the family basked in open pride
The common people locked outside and they quite safe inside

And then one day they scanned the plain and saw some smoke arise
It wasn’t long before the smoke had filled horizon skies
A violent wind now substitute for usual gentle breeze
The fire advancing rapidly now had him on his knees

And later when unfortunate he glimpsed the charred remain
The builder struggled with his thoughts and wondered at the pain
His money had provided for his needs for many years
But now in vulnerability he brushed away his tears

You can’t buy Mother Nature for there’s things beyond our way
Which money fame or influence won’t help us when we stray
To thinking that we’ve got it made ignoring others need
For we are not immune to fate in spite of human greed

“© Copyright Ian Grice 2012 All rights reserved”

9 Comments Add yours

  1. Very well said, Ian.


    1. I guess there’s a little bit of selfishness in the best of us.


  2. Jeannie says:

    Such truth here Ian…and why, I wonder, do we keep doing the same things over and over knowing this? As Eric says, castles built on sand, paper in the banks…


    1. I guess we all have to take it on the chin over this. We like our comforts and our gimmicks and the pain of others seems so remote until we go through that pain ourselves.


  3. Chancy and Mumsy says:

    A reminder in poetry that the most important things in life are not the materialistic things. Hugs sweet Ian


    1. We all njeed to be reminded of that from time to time.


      1. Chancy and Mumsy says:

        Yes, we do.


  4. Eric Alagan says:

    What a cruel hand, fate had dealt. We build castles in sand, save paper in banks. We all know the stories, and the end…yet, each generation takes that same bend.


    1. I guess it’s built into all of us to protect our things isn’t it? But these things and ourselves for that matter are only transient.


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