By: Ash Douglas
Broken wall of color,
how the years have left you behind.
I see your every crack,
I see your every line.
Someone has painted you a picture,
Oh how very humble.
Now you sit and watch the world,
As the banks beneath you crumble.
No one seems to notice how long that it has been,
How long you have sloped how long you have leaned.
But has I gaze out my window each and every day,
I know it will it won’t be long before you fall away.
For years you did your job and time is not your friend,
Broken wall of color, when did you begin?