Being a curious person I couldn’t Resist looking into the neglected building. A lonely desk, papers strewn around, Period pictures on the wall, dust Coating everything, gradually muffling All distinction and memory. My companion Talked about the good old days when Things were better, people were kinder, Life seemed simpler. Everyone knew His place, not this one.
Ah. How each of us looks at the past through his own lens.
Thanks for your comment, Steve. Cheers, Guy.