Skyscraper by Rachel Field
Do skyscrapers ever grow tired
Of holding themselves up high?
Do they ever shiver on frosty nights
With their tops against the sky?
Do they feel lonely sometimes
Because they have grown so tall?
Do they ever wish they could lie right down
And never get up at all?
I have had this post as a draft for quite a while and last sunday I decided to post it – a few minutes afterwards I actually realized what day it was since I felt it might be to insensitive, even though it was not intended to have any connection to the attacks or the memories of the many dead. (although other people as Kiwidutch saw it more positively)