My Father Was An Architect

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My Father Was An Architect

My father was an architect,

And he built bridges, town

Halls and a railway station.

He lived on courage and

Drive and the need to leave

His legacy behind for all to see.

My uncle was a businessman,

And he built networks, trust,

And respect for himself. He

Lived on desire and hunger

And the need to be the best.

My brother was an engineer,

And he built cars and motors

And things that whirred. He

Lived on oil and sweat and

Bloody fingers.

I was broken, and built myself

From nothing. I live on fear

And chest pains and little sleep.

We all start somewhere.

inspirational
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