THE OLD SCHOOL

nephilim56

Broken tiles
Have slipped
Upon the old roof
That bears the sun
The bitter wind
Snow and rain
Winters breath
Jagged hail.


Broken windows
Stripped of lead
Once shined
Like childrens eyes
The battered path
The building
That struggles 
To survive.


Once stood high
Taught so many
Only photographs
Are left
Its sports fields
Overgrown and tired
Its success
In memory kept.


The old school
That they will
Tear down
Abandoned
Growing old
Deep in memory
Please be proud
You served this town.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2025 08:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A great picture painted here and a metaphor for each person as they age as well. Very nice

    • nephilim56

      very kind, thanking you



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