Feel the Past

An eyesore in the community as progress takes its toll. Windows broken, rust on the old metal frames Vacant, dust filled, old broken file cabinet in the corner Taking a walk through it, I could feel the past Wondered how many lives this old building touched A way of life for so many Security in a weekly paycheck A faded time card on the floor where the office was Dust covered wooden desk A monument to the industrial age A table with the boards curved from age Where people ate lunch, talked, laughed, cried Discussions about the kids, sports, politics, shop talk Feel the past? Yes, days gone by, good days Boards rotted on the loading dock, a rusted hand truck No ventilation, no complaints, an honest days work Clipboard hanging on the wooden beam Can’t you feel it? Shuffling into the parking lot, lunch cans in hand See you tomorrow Kids waiting for Dad to come home, supper on. Just another day.