Long Schoolold Poems

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.