The construction, soon will conclude
Young laborers reassigned
And us?
We were left behind
With a bit of peace of mind
No longer will the early mornings
Greet us, with the reveille
Of hammering And shouts of man
whose voices echoes still, in the air.

Hey Pop! One called out
Don't lift that, don't move that
We'll take care of that
You just relax
When we were new, in our neighborhood
some grumpy old tenants
Warned us like Paul Revere
Not of the British are comming
And we have loads of them here
But alerts us of
The laborers using their water hoses
God forbid! Without permission.

A young laborer, one day was sadly
being scolded, verbally
Cuz he dare use someone's water hose
To rinse his cooler
Sadly he walked away, head down
Tail between his legs,
Embarressed
I offered him my hose
You want a drink, or clean yourself?
use my hose anytime, pass the word.

Since then,
The lads around us, can't do enough
For this aging couple,
Won't allow us to do
heavy chores around our house
I woke one morning
To an early eerie sunrise
something stiring in the air
Silence!
The labores had left, to another site
Their assignment completed
I noticed Something new
Between the bushes on my lawn
Two Roses, freshly planted
Were Left Behind.

****Footnote****
"A little kindness, goes a long way"


By: William Bonilla
04/ 18/05