UIC Building

In Singapore's city-state, so grand, Stood the UIC Building, tall and grand. Forty storeys high, it reached the sky, A skyscraper that caught every eye. With its sleek design, it stood so proud, A symbol of progress, strong and loud. A hundred and fifty-two meters tall, A marvel of architecture for all. Inside its walls, people would roam, Offices and shops, a bustling home. From the ground floor to the very top, A place where dreams would never stop. But time went by, as it always does, And the UIC Building lost its buzz. No longer the tallest, it had to bow, To newer buildings that came somehow. Yet memories remain, of days gone by, Of a building that touched the sky. The UIC Building, a part of history, A reminder of Singapore's mystery. Random page: EJ Bibbs