The Old Building

I had to turn back for a second look What beauty What grace What elegance What form Despite the faded exterior Despite the fallen plaster The old building charmed me! I strained to see more Wanting to memorize each feature Dreaming, wishing, hoping That I could one day... Explore it Posses it I ached that such a thing of beauty was Neglected Abandoned Ravaged by time By war By callous hands But wait..... Was that a light inside? A light! The house was inhabited A semblance of normalcy Shone out from the window Some poverty stricken soul Had found shelter In the abandoned In the enchanted Old building. There is a light Inside of me! Look hard... Look long... Can you see it? The exterior of my soul May not be beautiful Though there are faint reminders Of who I was Of who I am Look hard... Look long... Don’t grieve at havoc That time and experience And the rough hands of the world Have wrecked on me. Take a second look Look hard... Look long... That light is on It beckons you To come inside To explore To posses To take up residence In this abode of mine