It is a blessing and a curse to live life in public.
Like new statues unveiled in the town square,
we occupy small spaces in full view of others,
maintaining our most vigilant presence.
Over time, acid rain and hail stones,
the pigeons and their defecation
all leave their mark on us
until we are worn away,
old and rusted.
Like the teacher
minted decades ago,
shiny and sparkling, brimming
with new ideas and yo…