This is an ongoing project, purely for my own pleasure.
I am fascinated by the old, disused buildings that stand by our roads and streets.

By the wayside,
You stood, once proud to serve us.
Time passed by.

By the wayside,
You were discarded by the Throwaway Society
That passes you by.

By the wayside,
You still stand, now forgotten ignored and unseen.
We all pass by.

By the wayside,
Your walls, doors, floors and windows share tales of the past.
Our eyes pass them by.

By the wayside.
I still marvel at your hidden subtle beauty.
I cannot pass you by,
by the way.

© Ken Holland 2008