Cranes
cranes
hovering over the city
building traffic lanes in the sky
as if to reach higher
than the birds are able to fly
they call it construction progress
but they use bricks of old ideas
the work is never finished
swing your crane around
and you will end up where you started
for all you know,
your dreams could
collapse tomorrow
your crumbled certainty
could leave you in sorrow
don’t keep you heart locked up
or it might get buried in ruins
don’t construct your future
according to yesterday’s plan
let your love grow
taller than the cranes
and the stories you cling to
let your soul soar
free as birds
of the next generation
Some very good advice embedded in the poem about life and love…very nicely done IMHO.
Thank you!
I’ve never seen so much construction work as in this city. Makes me wonder what this place will look like in the future, where it’s all heading you know? Peace,
Helen
Hopefully…they won’t ruin the beauty of the city for “progress”…it’s been several years since I was there…but loved it.
Gillar gillar!