“The handprints of those whom dared to build the road, long ahead” Gun Roswell 

Handprints on the pavement

The structure made of concrete

The dreamer builders whom did not sleep

Building their roads, long and winding 

Leaving their marking, the prints of their making

Hands, as it stands 

Even names, preserved forever in the construction 

Never to be removed, still no distraction

When stepping on the stones

Making one’s way back home 

The road ahead holding and strong

Even after long since having crossed

The bridge to the afterlife

The gift of the ancient builders still lasts

The testimony of time 

But perhaps not a drill of the modern kind?