They say it’s a game for children
Shovels flying, filling buckets then
Emptying them one by one
By the water’s edge.
But what do youngsters know about
Heart?
To fill cup after cup
And bucket upon bucket,
Knowing it will all be washed away?
This is a job for dreamers.
Those who can stand to work with precision
In packing and dumping
But hang on to the vision of creating.
Sixteen years old, this castle builder
Works for hours in the blazing sun
Turrets rising meticulously
Spread through the castle proper.
Moats surrounding the outbuildings
His brothers help him build.
They say it’s a game for children
But he senses the truth already.
Works with passion,
Though the tide is coming fast
To destroy what he has fashioned.
This is a job for dreamers.
Those who can eye the surf and
The little boys waiting to jump on
Their creations,
Yet still continue as though
What they are building in this minute
Is the most permanent home of all.
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