Do skyscrapers ever grow tired
Of holding themselves up high?
Do they ever shiver on frosty nights
With their tops against the sky?
Do they feel lonely sometimes
Because they have grown so tall?
Do they ever wish they could lie right down
And never get up at all?
—Rachel Field
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
01.15.2024: This was a fun shot.