The
brown gate of old
Standing
there under the sun
The
rain from the sky
The
elements in the night
The
hot and rain weather
It
takes it all under its belt
Standing
watch without complaint
Protecting
the inhabitants in years
Now
old age crops in
The
elements take its toll
The
rust slowly emerges
It
croaks under its weight
One
day its hinges broke
Telling
the sign of its life
2
workers came to weld it back
It
holds for the moment
A
new gate will be commissioned
A
new guard to watch the day
The
neighbouring dogs will sniff it
Maybe
just to say hello
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