My Father's Father's House

Tearing the building down
silently mourn the passing
stood here for seventy years
housed three generations
used to be rural, out of the way
now propped between
two brand new stop lights
on a traffic laden road
This place is too furtile
to waste on delapidation
but who will mourn the passing?
The bulldozer won't
not a single oily tear
It has to go, like everything
tear it down to build again
this house like a pheonix
a stripmall born from the ashes
Not as aesthetically pleasing
but better for the community
Tear it down, make it new
okay, but mourn the passing