Monday, December 9, 2024

Our Loss


Our Loss
by Lord R.e. Taylor

Where is our history going
So much of it has been lost
Abandoned and left to rot
Or it is torn down
Just a vacant lot remains
Or a modern building
Steel and glass
Standing where a work of art stood
Built by people who do not care
And a loss to the people who do

© Poem – IX/XII/MMXXIV
LRET


 

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