No Foundation

I did not build this life to last

It doesn’t float
It has no oars
It can’t swim to save itself
It rests on sodden stumps
Soaked to their core

Its waterlogged walls
Barely cling together

Shiplap collapse

It wears a paper hat
With no tassels or trusses
And it has no moral support

This life drowns alone

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