The Romance Of An Old Building

I’m intrigued, as I walk down an old gravel track,

At the old building I glimpse off in the distance,

Years of standing here alone,

Learning the way of the human race’s existence.

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Does it ever wonder why we do as we do,

Does it ever notice the way we complicate things,

As it stands guarding the night,

Confused at the humanity stress it brings.

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It’s walls are bare, humanity has grown bored,

Of the once beautiful structure built, once adored,

Now it’s ramshackle exterior is thought of as an eyesore,

It if is thought of at all, as it’s mostly ignored.

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The light however has not ended its love affair,

With this grand old lady, lighting up her walls,

Dancing with the shadows, a waltzing duo,

Highlighting the gorgeous angles as her adoration calls.

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Whispers grace the hallways, words of the past,

Family memories are caught up in the dusty cobwebs,

Perched haphazardly, shading in between the lines,

Shivering in the wake of its ghosts as it wanes and ebbs.

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I’m tortured by its secrets, of distant lives past lived,

The forgotten lovers that once stood in these grand old halls,

Raising families, dancing to a different tune of yesterday,

Walls scratched from long forgotten little boys and their cricket balls.

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I’m sure I feel a tremor when I place my palms on the bricks,

An old lady wishing to pass on her history,

The light filters upon us both,

As she projects her past pride and shows me herself in full glory.

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