English: Marshland, Cant Hills A marsh and pool in Cant Hills Plantation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I walked to the shore with the only bucket I inherited in my life
To gather and carry the sand to my building site by the marshland
Spoon by spoon, since the day I was born on this shore
Till I thankfully had enough sand heaps to finish my house
Because I couldn’t afford to remain out there by the beach
I shed generous amounts of tears from the pains of my life
To wet and mould the sand on my building site by the marshland
Drop by drop, since the day I stepped on this building site
Till I thankfully had enough sand paste to finish my house
Because I couldn’t afford to languish out here by the marshland
I poured out strength after strength from all of my life
To mould and lay each brick on my building site by the marshland
Brick by brick, since the day I started toiling on this building site
Till I thankfully had enough sand bricks to finish my house
Because I couldn’t afford to die out there by the beach
I finally finished what I set out to do in my life
The climate had been known to be good out in this marshland
I built a fence around my NEW LIFE on this building site
I made the roof and a garden to finish my house
I told all my friends and enemies out by the beach
P.S.: Finally I settled down in peace and sweet relief to my new life
Till the day the rainstorm came and wrecked my life in a new way
And now, all I held on to as my new life wash away slowly and carefully before my eyes
I Feel Shadows 
That was a glimpse of gold, sir. Metaphorically I guess we all encounter this, but curious to know if there is some reality to it.
It’s actually painting a picture of how we attach worth to things that are fickle.
So, in a sense it’s real. But, no, I wasn’t really writing about something in particular I am experiencing.
Okay. I really liked it, and take the point about attaching worth to possibly worthless things. Too many temptations to not fall into that trap at times. Or all the time.
Thank you, kind Sir Trent.