Look at you, of concrete and metal
against the dark smudged sky.
The ground prepares to grumble,
but you kept asking me why?
Progress makes way for birth
of art built on stolid need.
Don’t worry about the hurt
your loneliness shall heed.
Departed folks and tenants note
the memories you’ve helped create.
A passing of the times worth
every ounce of struggle you ablate.
Remembering you in black and white
to immortalize your passing.
A tower stood once so bright
now makes room for this town’s bidding.
Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on March 8, 2010 – USA (using iPhone 4S, originally edited using “Snapseed” App) | Re-Edited using “Pic Stitch” by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | Then Re-Edited by Frank Cunha III in Adobe Photoshop.