Abandoned structure, filling up space where there once were.
Happier times, days that have gone by, they seem to be holding on to something so tight.
Deep concrete roots, they go their hold on this place.
A place of peeling paint and holes in the floor that lead the next level down.
You try to find a reason to demolish, but is abandoned beauty has a place in you.
The decay has a way of bringing out the character in all the little things.
Other people find them unsavory and unsafe, but for you they are a glimpse of the past.
Oh well you say, if only you had the money you would buy that place, and fix it up.
The dim lights of the street lights paint this pictures atmosphere just right.
Stand and admire for just a second more, and you’re off.
The Scruffy Man