The old house, the heartening memories;
The shies of relief, the unfulfilled stories.
Generations came and generations went,
Inhabitants decreased with time’s ascent.
The pomp and grandeur on a steady wane,
The legacy broke down in excruciating pain.
Corporate wants to crush it as fallen leaves,
It’s now the heaven of addicts and thieves.
Rain or fire, flood or famine, thunder or storm;
No matter the troubles come in what form.
The bricks have bore the burden of everything,
And helped the building to still keep breathing.
And here’s the link to the other amazing works for this daily prompt “Brick”: