“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?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 