Friday, 3 April 2015

The Creator

About people or money,
he knew little as a penny.
He watched the structures elegantly designed,
against the mockers' joy, he quickly resigned
Then  stood  the  girdles, the pillars  self admired
it was a heaven, a place they long desired
From an office to a quarry
he scorched under the sun, too busy to worry.
Until the sun rose in the west,
Calmly he sat, fulfilling his quest.

(based on Ayn Rand's 'The Fountainhead')


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