Just a few of my feelings expressed as a short sonnet.
At the moment I am feeling that I should not be sharing my work, but that will change.
The song is the inspirational "City Of Dreams" by The Talking Heads.
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You Built Their City
You Built It So Well
You Made Them Happy
They Had Tales To Tell
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The Walls Were Built High
The Roads Were So Straight
The Rooves Kept Them Dry
And They Did Not Wait
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This City Was For Them
It Was Always Theirs
For Them And Their Friends
They Would Never Share
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Their Thanks Without Doubt
Was To Lock You Out
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I've been in this situation so many times. Sending you lots of love and hugs β€οΈ
This makes me think of the song "We Built This City" by Starship (a song which I've always loved, making my wife roll her eyes for how very insipid it is). The utter ingratitude of so many once they have what they want.
Well said. I think we all feel locked out at times.
Melancholy but exquisitely written!!!πβ₯οΈβ₯οΈ