Waiting like the Steel Bars

I admire those steel bars
that never tire
of waiting
they are not afraid
of being lonely
they are where they are
supposed to be
they do not worry
about erosion or rust
a new coat of paint
will disillusion their time
of waiting
their companions may
come and go
but without eyes
how can they bear
witness to
how long they will
stay and how long
they have been waiting
for luck to come