Street lamp

Cold steel dew drops from the inevitable rain,
Two standing parallel across widespread empty street,
Rooted to the ground like artificial trees,
They bring light when it hits dusk,
But they see through glass case of the lamp itself,
Onto the street which can hold a thousand secrets,
Moments of joy, still unable to smile,
In the rain, hits them like fresh flowing tears,
Unable to communicate beyond their metal shell,
Proud and tall in moments of weakness,
Summer brings less light but still brings more,
Winter is quite different with light deceased yet still around,
When the sun hits foreign ground,
Part of the economy,
Though they got even partial credit,
Saving lives yet not mandatory for every street,
Darkness flows till lights meet,
When the light extinguished,
End of their rein,
The silent monarchs of the night,