The Bricks

The bricks were getting tired now, 

From weathering the storm.

They held the house up faithfully, 

No shingle had been torn.

How much can one rock endure

As inch by inch was worn.

When the bricks would lose their will

Inward they would turn

The ones indoors were calm and warm

And all would seem just right.

The bricks' strength would be renewed

To get them through the night.

How often do you stop to think and thank

the bricks that hold you dear?

But it's alright, 

No accolades are needed here,

Nor pomp or praise or prose.

 Just knowing that they did their job

And from their strength arose

One or two who now are strong,

Kind and brave and true.

For that is all those bricks

ever strove to do.

SDB

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