BY THE WAY

By the wayside,

You stood, once proud to serve us.

Time passed by.

By the wayside,

You were discarded by the Throwaway Society

That passes you by.

By the wayside,

You still stand, now forgotten ignored and unseen.

We all pass by.

By the wayside,

Your walls, doors, floors and windows share tales of the past.

Our eyes pass them by.

By the wayside.

I still marvel at your hidden subtle beauty.

I cannot pass you by,

by the way.

©Ken Holland ARPS