(This old poem I wrote while staring across from my office window in 2006 at a graffiti-filled wall)

By: Ash Douglas

Broken wall of colour,
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 it has been,
How long you have sloped how long you have leaned.

But as I gaze out my window each and every day,
I know it won’t be long before you fall away.

For years you did your job and time is not your friend,
Broken wall of colour, when did you begin?