CRUMBLED BRICKS

I once more dip my toe into free verse.............

Ruins
not just for the old world
any longer

Old factory abandoned
victim of neglect
and time
inexorable

Broken windows gazing
like cataracted empty eyes
no longer seeing anything
save memories
of more prosperous times

While within.........emptiness
where drafts ( or ghosts ? ) stir cobwebs
where once looms flew
or furnaces blasted
for an older generation
replaced

Elders in the mill's village
recalling old days now past
like dreams upon awakening

Every country has its ruins
some are just not as old
with histories not so
remote