The forgotten city
If you die then who will miss you
As you crumble into dust?
Once the envy of so many
Nowin broken glass and rust
Once so great but now forgotten
Once industrious, silent now
No more draped in wool or cotton
Wearing hope but naked now
None recall your stony features
Trace these valleys lush and dark
Though alone on quiet hillsides
They still fear your restless spark
© A.Boodoo 10-Jun-03