A Smiling Face

They're tearing down the neighborhood

And saying that it's for our own good
Those massive buildings of a bygone day
Wood, steel and countless bricks of clay

Those many towers of spiral chimneys

That ushered the black smoke high in sky
These are relics of the many industries
That paved the way to fruits of modern life

Concrete footings, and stone foundations

Wooden girders; steel formed in this Nation
Coal fired furnaces supplying the power
Dinosaurs of an era leading to this hour

On the face they look dirty, cold and old

There was a day they were shiny and new
Behind every brick, piece of wood or steel
Is a face that smiles down on me and you