By hank reardon
Date: 25 January 2001
gray steel world
i look upon a gray, steel world
my life, the empire i have made.
then i look out with the deepest sorrow,
as i see the prairies fade.
no more are the flowers,
like the harbinger of spring.
the grey steel world has buried them,
and the hammers coldly ring.
the harbinger of spring,
this flower could be my doom.
but if it is, i do not mind,
i wish to be soon.
because when i see her,
her beautiful eyes, her glowing skin,
her lovely locks unfurled
i could take her hand,
and with no demands,
walk away from the gray steel world.
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