He builds brick by
brick,
Level after
level,
Bothering least
about
How it looks in the
end;
And cuts things to
the right size and shape,
Oozing his sweat,
love, joy and skill...
One day someone
shows him the picture,
How it would appear
in the end.
Pretty sad he
turned, to regret:
Why his art not
shown every day
In the making, for
he knew anyway
What was in store
after all.
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