The Gratitude Read Count : 7

Category : Poems

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A hundred yards of new cement

Freshest roses bring sweet scent

Ive taken each and every step

Its full worth I can attest


Span the largest body

Its width comes to full breadth

Not quite too intimidating

Hardly a word spoken under breath


Left to hang, its still alive

Daunting all who pass it by

Overlooked by young children

Who couldnt know just how much time


Who couldnt know just how much sweat

Labor cost and many a sets

Ghosts behind what lays in stress

A mystery that will stay to rest


In a city with so few places

Yet no one could recognize the faces

In a time that has come to pass 

They have moved onto bigger plans

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