Buildings, sparkling, bask in setting light,
Seem cold, unliving, as they stand upright.
Whilst deep within live hidden trials of souls,
Ten thousand-fold, their stories seldom told.
Behind the glaziers’ walls, hide deepest fears,
Enjoining business mates ‘neath masks of cheer.
Until return to shield of home lights burning,
Mask removed, unveiling doubts and yearnings.
Tomorrow, bound again for sky-scraped cell,
Re-donning steely mask, to frailty quell.
Photo Friday: Buildings