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An architects influence, extends only as far As his lifetime Although sculpted buildings may last well beyond A single life They are but toys for the times Repurposed and retooled until It carries nothing but shadows of it's origin What should have been a schoolhouse Could soon become a prison What should have been a church Would soon become a business And in a backwards and cruel way There is an odd sort of beauty in this Because life is just a series of Would have been, should have been, and could have been That didn't.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
Toys for the Times
An architects influence, extends only as far As his lifetime Although sculpted buildings may last well beyond A single life They are but toys for the times Repurposed and retooled until It carries nothing but shadows of it's origin What should have been a schoolhouse Could soon become a prison What should have been a church Would soon become a business And in a backwards and cruel way There is an odd sort of beauty in this Because life is just a series of Would have been, should have been, and could have been That didn't.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
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