As we grow old the building blocks
which made us what we are
begin to show,
like roots of trees
that crack the very concrete
of the pavements where we walk,
reminding us of who we are
despite the fact we’ve come so far.
We walk on cracks,
we marry a knat
and beetles attend our weddings,
but building blocks will never stop
their lifelong task to reach the top,
and let us know that time won’t stop,
that when the final shot is shot,
we are just our builing blocks.