A Word Picture Contest entry.
|Yes, my dear, you are a star.
Perhaps you feel a bit faded and run down.
What is time to a building?
Can it sense the wrecking ball?
Or does it wait on a hero...
I’ve been enlisted to choose the fate;
Perhaps not of you, but others like you.
I try and stay in your corner.
But at times, a little leak became a gusher.
Either way, we did you wrong.
Did a registered professional sign off on you?
I hope it was a long time ago.
When did the last people come see you?
I’m a bastard of many construction trades,
But can I save someone like you?
I will always try.
I’m sad and ashamed for the neglect.
If I can just get a grant. I want to know you.
What have you seen?
And, dear, what did you look like before.
Unlike humans, we can give you a workable face lift.
As I age, I can bring you back to your youth.
I’m no fool, I know you aren’t sentient.
But in reviving the good things of our past,
Do we make ourselves better?