May 27, 2009

  • SANDCASTLE FOR SALE


    This is my sandcastle. It’s for sale.

    I toiled away with hands absent of nails.

    My sweat and my tears consumed this task.

    My time was taken in one fatal grasp.

    How could I be so blind! This castle is flimsy.

    Hopes and dreams all based on a whimsy!

    So I am placing this price tag in faith of a buyer,

    But who’d place an offer on the dreams of a liar?

    These castles are worthless, just made of crushed shells.

    Vainly collected in shiny, bright pales.

    Stacked on one another, creating a shallow base,

    Substance lacking sandcastle, serving as my sturdy dream case.

    It cannot protect me from the waves that lap and roar.

    It cannot secure me. My castle has no door.

    I sit beside this castle, waiting for a bargain seeker,

    My change bucket, empty, my confidence grows weaker.

    Am I destined to be poor on this bad investment?

    My efforts can't be fruitless. Will anyone look, buy, rent?

    My change bucket jingles. There is a payment in full.

    Three nails at the bottom in a crimson pool.

    My efforts have been purchased with a love that leaves me shocked.

    The new owner, bulldozing my sandcastle, is rebuilding it on rock.

     

    Kimberly Willingham