He built it all up,
day by day, brick by
brick;
surrounded himself
with a wall ten feet
thick.
He could not get out
but they could not get
in.
No arrows or slings
could damage his skin.
Immune from life's
troubles,
immune from life's
pain,
every day he examined
his fortress again.
He was happy and
certain
he was safe and secure.
Nothing could touch him
of this he was sure.
Then one day he died
and the walls tumbled
down
and the look on his
face
was a great startled
frown.
