London Poem: Day 62

18 October

Wandering through strange towns,
We manoeuvre through the remains
Of different lives,
And we pick and pull,
Placing old items in our hands
To aid in building ours.
We are precious beings,
Easy to scoff and damage,
But we move nonetheless,
With worry and aware of consequence,
To become aged and valued
By younger eyes in our time,
Whenever that time may come.

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