In the Library of Bmcc
Surrounded by heavy tomes
Chronicling the history of
countless generations
One can only feel a sense of
awe that the weight of
the past has upon the living
A brief look around me
allows me to see the coming generation
Working diligently
to achieve their goals
What will become of these youth
in the next few years?
Some may die fighting on foreign shores
Otheres will die young due to bad habits
Some may achieve great success
Picking up my pen
I try to evoke the scene in the library
of the Borough of Manhattan Community College
Where many different
nationalities
Merge into a quilt of hope!
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