Even after its all gone;
The waves would keep rolling on to foreshores
lapping at the kiddies feet paddling.
The city will light up at night
as a luminous attraction from a birds eye view.
Children will be playing in the yard
screams and laughter will be heard.
The streets will be crammed
the farmers reward for the hand behind the axe.
Bread would be baking
aroma sweet and homely.
All of this and much more continues
all when a life whittles away.
A new life, a new reason.
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