Yesterday a bare land stood
Beneath it, a zeal the future dares
Today a castle springs from its shoot
I see no one on its stairs.
Yesterday a poor man stood
With dreams sealed in a box of fears
Today his castle is worth a hoot
He built it on the air!
(dreams don’t build castles, hands do. Do something. Poem inspired by a termite mound near my home)
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