What stories to tell "oh" derelict abode.
Of love of laughter and life's long road.
your vacant rooms, your roofless walls.
Of lives lived , the rise and falls.
The skeletal remains , the hint of a once living being.
It is all now dust , that is all i am seeing.
A molecular point cloud without its flesh.
The once living entity that kept you always fresh.
Bones and a mortar skeleton is all that remain.
No mortal entity for you to share pain.
Dust you are and to dust you are going.
Memories of life lived in the wind is now blowing.
QJD - 2013
