Self Made
The first time we met you were inconsolable
You had lost everything
Suddenly, homeless
I collected you
Calmed you
Comforted you
Wiping the blood from your face
I told you it would be okay
I taught you how to walk and talk
Hold the spoon and kick a ball
You’d forgotten it all
I gave you a roof and clothed you
In all things you were loved
Strangers got to know you
And shared all the knowledge
That had been acquired
Freely given
Freely received
You began to paint
Write
Code
Because of the patience and kindness
Of others
There was a time you didn’t see
Skin colour or social standing
But it changed in an instant
When you said you were a self-made man
You did it by yourself
Really?

Thoughts
Self made people make me laugh. Here is a self carved sculpture. Made with no help from anyone.
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