TIMES OF OLD

colin

The beauty Im sold

Of buildings of old,

So cold im told,

Character so bold,

Time takes their toll,

Buildings become a mould,

From times of old,

When services were sold,

Stories from souls, 

Never been told,

When values were hold,

Integrity never sold,

From souls of old,

Because their words

Were from their soul,

I miss times of old.

Colin Bradley

 

  • Author: colin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2013 12:42
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 11


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