To L.H.

You would be sad today,
I think,
If you could see how
It had slowly become.

How the foundation you laid,
With such power! And conviction!,
Had fallen so surely numb.

The bricks you cast for those
High rising walls
Were all sold off
And now just prop up
Old motor homes.

But some still try
To build new walls,
Strong, sturdy,
And into the sky.

It’s just harder because there’s
Fewer Yous around
To help show them how.
Or to tell them why.