A poem.
Building
Ex nihilo nihil fit : from nothing nothing is produced,
Making things takes effort,
And time,
And raw material,
And perhaps most of all,
It requires understanding,
That as each man goes his way,
He must keep most of what he produces,
Lest he stop producing,
Since he has nothing left,
After the tax man has visited like a hoard of locusts!
© 2011 Vic Jones
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