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Bricklayer

Lay down your own bricks in the cobblestone;

Let your motivation shine through creation,

Any man’s hard work is not worth your own.

 

I’ve passed up jobs, errands and even the unknown,

To reminisce on maybe lost elation;

Lay down your own bricks in the cobblestone.

 

To hire is to lay desire prone,

Motionless, emotion deviation;

Any man’s hard work is not worth your own.

 

Thrice I’ll repeat, for urgency was shown,

Like no vacancy for meditation;

Lay down your own bricks in the cobblestone.

 

If a lesson is to be learned and known;

As Dad says, “Honor. Appreciation.”

Any man’s hard work is not worth your own.

 

If ever I am lost, misled or thrown

Off my path, I’ll pave with no duration,

Lay down your own bricks in the cobblestone.

Any man’s hard work is not worth your own.

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noel-irion
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Mar 30, 2011
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