So we beat on (grand theft poetry)

Brick by brick

I've built myself up

With words and phrases

That fit together

If not, it is no longer a wall and 
will be left to decay in the rain.

Why is that?

My dear, I don't give a damn

Don't tell me what I can and cannot do 

One notion entered her mind and she could not shake it

But that just frightened away the shy ones

Although nothing I can do in the present can take away the mistreatment of the past the way I carry myself in the present determines how I carry forward the memories of those mistreatments 

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Today is the tomorrow that we were dreading yesterday

But I am always nearby

I like it best here at the end of spring, after the rains. 

She grabbed her library card and

He looked at the blank pages of the notebook