Cardiff Castle Library

In the past, the leisured class

Would have time to feed their minds

In this place of tall bookshelves,

Whilst servants, unseen, would cook and clean.

And the workmen who built this place of stone?

Their names are unknown,

But  perhaps a thoughtful member of the upper class

Thought on those who toiled

And oiled the machine

As he sat at his books.

And knew the whole would collapse

Where not each man to play his part

In maintaining the machine.

 

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This poem was sparked by a recent visit to Cardi...