we notice not the slow decay
of rotted wood or rusted steel
as manmade objects fade away
diminished slowly day by day
while over time the cracks reveal
we notice not the slow decay
the corners bend, the edges fray
these damages we can't conceal
as manmade objects fade away
a coat of paint, a short delay
but soon that paint begins to peel
we notice not the slow decay
great monuments were built to stay
on solid ground with grand ideal
as manmade objects fade away
there's nothing more that we can say
just act as if it's no big deal
we notice not the slow decay
as manmade objects fade away
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