Belgacom Up Up Towers Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Belgacom up up towers
Thru the open sky
Mirror glass empowers
To reach tomorrow’s high
Every hour in waking
Thru the life below
Telecommunications making
In their goals go

Yesteryears were different
Within other ways
Now it’s steel glass bent
With the sunshine days
Clear up on and going
Gathering futures revere
In all its glassy glowing
Thru its day and year

Dreams of fresh prospect
Giving more of hope
With innovative intellect
And holding to strong rope
Inside their days of living
More to offer to new
Together to future giving
Making dreams come true