THE TERMINAL

Grand Central Terminal.
There is no other like you.
Keeping the pace through
the calm and the hectic.
Providing light through your
mullioned windows.
The watcher of it all.
The keeper of schedules.
But most of all the
keeper of time for those
passing through your gates.

A SOLEMN PROMISE

The skyline looks clear.
I can see all the buildings.
Then one day comes and
ruins all days to come.
Intruders invade our space
and destroy our twin towers.
The towers that we love.
Towers that we grew up with.
Towers that we’ve worked in.
Goodbye to my precious towers,
holding the innocents of the day.
Goodbye to all.
Never again will our skyline be blotted.
It will remain clear and free forever more.
A solemn promise.