They are paving my street,
\npathway for machines and feet.
\nIn a few days there will be
\na parade,
\nour country\u2019s freedom day.
\nFloats and clowns,
\npretty girls,
\nand overweight dignitaries
\nsitting in cars.<\/p>\n
What would happen if the
\nworld were empty?
\nThe street left to itself?
\nAn occasional animal darting across.
\nHow long would it stay?
\nHow many years
\nto cover up our faults?
\nTo obscure the signature
\nof a city?<\/p>\n
How long does life last?
\nAs memories fade,
\nletters lost,
\nclothes thrown away,
\nand wonder disappears,
\nthe remnants of ourselves
\nsuccumb to neglect.
\nWill our parade
\nspeed through the cosmos
\nwith our souls,
\nor time itself get tired
\nand forget? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They are paving my street, pathway for machines and feet. In a few days there will be a parade, our country\u2019s freedom day. Floats and…<\/p>\n