The Wrought Iron Gate

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The wrought iron gate stands tall and proud,
Its intricate design a work of art.
It guards the entrance, strong and loud,
Protecting all that lies within its heart.
The gate swings open with a creak,
Inviting visitors to come on through.
Beyond the gate, the world is bleak,
But here, within, life starts anew.
The iron bars, they gleam and shine,
Reflecting back the setting sun.
A symbol of a bygone time,
When things were built to last, not run.
The gate may rust and wear away,
But its spirit lives on forevermore.
For every time we pass its way,
We're reminded of what came before.
So let the wrought iron gate stand,
A testament to all that's good.
It's a symbol of a time long planned,
And a reminder of what we should.
For in this world of fleeting fame,
The gate reminds us to slow down.
To cherish things that still remain,
And to build things that will stick around.