It's Better Because It's Mine
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A beautiful house sits on a hill
One that was built from scratch
I watched as the owner designed it;
a house perfectly in tact
He added his own windows,
his own floors, and his own roof.
It was beauty in both his eyes and mine
But to others it was aloof
He worked and he polished
And made it just right
But to all the others
It was a lost cause and a sore sight
All of his time and effort was spent
planning for the future,
removing all the cracks and dents
You're wasting your time
All the others would say
You will regret your decision
You'll see one day!
So he removed all the floors
that he loved so much
He took out the windows
and replaced them as such.
He continued this process
until there was no more
than the roof he had bought
and that beautiful wood door
See this poem is not
Really about a house,
but a dream that someone had
that's now as small as a mouse
He let other's opinions
dictate his dream.
Now he is stuck with a reality
That was never as good as it seemed.
If only he had persisted,
and stayed in the race
and kept his dream alive,
He would be in a much better place!