Old Lady of Jackson
More fitting that she go down in flames
Old lady of Jackson
with friends and family
watching on in shock
then be ripped apart
and hauled away in different directions
scattered
Here she lays, ashes to ashes dust to dust
Where she was born she dies
To stand there and see the consumption
how sad it must be
to be the ones who walked her halls
and saw past the smoke and fire to another time
and recalled conversations, Events, people…
good times and bad
There will be some who will rejoice….
They didn’t know you.
You provided for many
and wasn’t Your fault you stood vacant….
It was at the hand of greed
that many had to suffer
As they suffer today
Watching
an Old friend
In her
Final Hours.