The Old One

I was passing by a college that was building brand new dorms Improving the quality of life above the current norms I stood a while and watched, the construction nearly done A magnificent sight but I kind of liked the old one The old dorm stood behind it with plaster on its walls And she held a special feeling for the kids who walked her halls I asked if I could take a walk through, why, I didn’t know I could swear I heard the voices of the students long ago They had walked these halls sharing their laughter and their tears And lives were touched within these walls through the passing years Maybe I was foolish, but before I stepped outside I sat on one of those old beds dropped my head and cried When I sent my kids to college, I said work hard and have some fun And if you get to choose your dorm, then choose the old one.