Monday, August 24, 2015

Nostalgic melancholy

I come back, here again
I wander far, but I go back
This place is welcoming
Within, time stands still
Musty the smells are within
Floors been walked on
Overflowing with things
Stuffed to the gills with belonging
Generosity lies inside the doors
Aging gracefully the structure
Brimming still with souvenirs
Of the many past decades
Once, a shiny new build,
Now a museum of sorts
Collecting dust among others
Time flies, but is rooted