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