Knock Knock

On change

Step aside for progress

To pass, coated in metal and glass.

Stare in awe at the floor

Where lies decaying, your local's door

And Archie cries beside, outside

Not about the bricks;

The archives of laughs and love contained inside.

We have to pick up sticks.

For no fault of our own, alone

Except our worthy arrogance of thinking

Our home will always be our home.

Reviews

[MaggieSummers]

Eloquent and inspiring, a very thoughtful, well crafted write about home... I love the final three lines...