San Francisco

Many come to live out their dreams In the city of the golden gate. Here the people are bright And always calm in state. Many fade into each other As blending paint colors do. Very few stand out so clear With ideas so fresh and new. Tradition shape the city With historic houses abound; Owners waive their colored flags Begging for change to come around. Smells of chilies dance in the air Flowing through the Mission. People work long hours while dreaming of their ambition. Fame, fortune and opportunity; The dream is they want. To walk down Market street Dressed in names to flaunt. For them life won't change A new world has come in stride. A modern place where many hope But has many in divide. Techies and everyone else, The upper echelon is the former. They push life into screens So time can be cut by a quarter. Among buildings of age are The glittering glass towers. A menagerie of architecture Built by men of great power. Creation and innovation occurs Behind the gleaming glass walls. Ideas flow as people do Through these intrepid halls. Life is moving forward To a new progressive realm; Only those who can code Will be seated at the helm. Others will fade away Standing on a side of a chasm. Movement coming so quickly They won't be able to fathom. What will the future be In the city by the bay? Will many come to live their dreams Or will they be pushed away?