The Ode to Fading Skies

Title: The Ode to Fading Skies

Economy’s shadow crept upon the streets,
Shattering dreams of luxury steadfastly held,
2023’s echo still lingers in these walls,
New York City’s real estate in gloom compelled.

Once coveted as the pinnacle of the world,
The skyline dwindles, a somber scene displays,
The stars lose their glow, buildings lose their might,
As fortunes crumble in this desolate haze.

Silent whispers echo through vacant penthouses,
Once brimming with life, now barren and cold,
The walls breathe sighs of yearning in solitude,
As aspirations of wealth remain untold.

Echoes of past glories haunt the streets,
Where opulence once reigned supreme with might,
2024 brings no respite, no hope in sight,
Only faded fragments remain in the dimming light.

Yet midst the turmoil, resilience ignites,
Within the hearts of those who still believe,
New York, a phoenix bound to rise once more,
Rekindling dreams, it boldly dares to achieve.

Though shadows loom, hope nestled deep within,
A beacon of light amid the darkest night,
2024 may be bleak, but it’s not the end,
For New York City shall forever reign in might.