He was as strong as a straw house
Always wavering
Never set in place
Not once was there a foundation
Just hope for one day
He grew moving
No home to call his
No room
No bed
With growth
The foundation was forgotten
Distant memory to him
Motions set in place for change to come
For new growth
But the past was for the past
Now his legacy is the same
As strong as a straw house
Not forgotten this time
New hope for foundation lives.
At least I'm trying. 