BY THE WAY
By the wayside,
You stood, once proud to serve us.
Time passed by.
You were discarded by the Throwaway Society
That passes you by.
You still stand, now forgotten ignored and unseen.
We all pass by.
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