Concrete Lintels


I stand around in many parts upon a factory floor
I just await an order for my former to pour
Metal and mush amalgamate and soon become one
Set and harden is my game, the work now to be done

We all exist in every size and many different shapes
Long and short and narrow and tall depending on your tapes
Weeks on end i sit inside with all my friends around
I sit and harden evermore not knowing where i`m bound

Daylight bathes us soon enough, our journey has begun
The fork it lifts us from our rest and out into the sun
Alight onto a trucks flat bed and now we are away
We wonder where we`re heading and what role we will play

On our own or with our friends, how will we exist
Questions almost everywhere, but buildings to assist
All becomes apparent as the truck comes to a stop
Our destiny is looming large as we see our final lot

A house so strong with openings that are lacking in support
Here we are to save the day, all collapses to thwart
All at once it`s obvious, my use in life is simple
Strong and straight, supports my game. I am a concrete lintel

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