I was not always as you see me now, decaying old ready to take a final bow.
I was beautiful tall and strong , a stable bet to set your life upon.
It is cold at night and the wind finds my every crack
I tremble and shudder now as the tubes roll by on the nearby track.
I brace myself against the traffic’s thunder,
Each day that passes the fact I still stand here is a wonder.
I used to hear the children sing ,
The chime of doorbells as they’d ring.
Families living in me weaving their life
As I stood there for them strong in their joys and strife.
I have seen babies born and babies die,
Mothers grieving, husbands turning a blind eye.
Birthdays, marriages, divorces all old hat, kindly couples happy in each others care
Evil bastards who knock their women flat out on the stair,
Or shout them down until they loose all hope
Weighted down with worries and too many children to cope.
The birds are now happy in my rafters
Their cooing fills my rooms instead of laughter ,
It is still a happy sound not unlike the sounds
Of children playing here there and all around.
At night lovers climb through my open doors
They make love upon my dust floors
For them I am their only meeting place ,
For what ever reason they may have to hide their face.
Drinkers also drug addicts too
They hide within my walls to do what they must do.
I am decaying crumbling away
I do not want to go yet I want to stay.
Try me out I could be the best deal for you
If you build me up I shall protect you true.
I could be the canvas to build your life upon.
I could be rebuilt, decorated and glazed I could dance again to children’s song.
Feb 26, 2013 @ 23:45:20
Reblogged this on bearspawprint.
Feb 27, 2013 @ 11:53:00
Thank you for the reblog I am most grateful and honoured.
Feb 27, 2013 @ 15:56:24
I do hope someone answers the House and it’s heartfelt pleas, Willow, and brings it back to life … So may times I’ve thought ‘if only these buildings could talk’ … especially the one’s dating back for hundreds of years… what stories they could tell, of times gone, of people and their doings, of lovers, desperation, sweet times and dark days… all lost to time.., Wonderful, enjoyable read my friend. xPenx
Feb 27, 2013 @ 16:42:43
Thank you Pen, I too am intrigued at what these buildings must of witnessed inside and out. I always feel sad when I see a building left to go to wrack and ruin. I seemed to hear a voice pleading for another chance.
Feb 27, 2013 @ 16:17:28
if a house could talk it would wish to be a home (~_~)
Feb 27, 2013 @ 16:44:55
Yes a happy home xxxxx
Mar 10, 2013 @ 18:14:19
It just baffles me how a home so beautiful could be let go that far. It really truly is a sad thing. Especially after seeing the terribly constructed structures that they make these days. They just dont make them like they used to!
Mar 10, 2013 @ 18:40:26
I do agree , and I never thought I would utter the words, They do not make them like they used to! I often feel you can feel the spirit of a house it is sucgh a waste to let buildings fall into ruin!
Mar 10, 2013 @ 18:42:58
Amen!!
Mar 10, 2013 @ 19:03:39
😉
Sep 21, 2014 @ 16:19:50
Absolutely wonderful, Willow.
Sep 21, 2014 @ 16:50:56
Thank you 🙂