Bricks

Bricks

     

Have you ever noticed

How the bricks on a ledge

Are more worn and faded

When they’re close to the edge?

     

The others further back

Are tucked up in cement

At the front they take flack

All scraped, broken, and bent

     

See, inclement weather

Wears harshest at the rim

Those bricks scour like leather

Unlike ones left within

     

But the pathway of time, lies

Identical to both

Yet only one’s wizened eyes

See ageing; reverse growth

     

Flat stone faces, lined with scars,

Cracks distorting the clay

All hollowed out mortar,

Browns and reds mixed with grey

     

This race is thrown to fate

All rocks reduce to dust

All things disintegrate 

Just like metal to rust

     

From that new scattered mix

An unimpeded view

Those cemented back bricks

Will be there peeking through

     

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