We start at birth with what we see and feel

Experiences we mold into bricks of memory

The foundational bricks of our individualism

Bricks forming the essence of who we are

We stack them up hoping they won’t fall

Some bricks may crumble and leave a hole

We might replace it or just leave it open

The bricks will become weathered with time

They’ll fade and chip but remain in place

They may stay in place for generations

Or become abandoned and crumble unnoticed

Someone may intentionally tear down the wall

While others may help to keep it in repair

Build your wall solid and tall my friend

                              And it will serve you well to the very end