On A Passing Thought…
I saw a slightly incongruous sight today – a newly built fly-over that rose like a massive walkway to heaven and beneath it a house that was torn in half.
The wrecking ball probably had a field-day tearing it down, but whoever was manning the controls must have had a peculiar sense of humour; for the house still stood, only now it was bared for all to see – like a gigantic doll-house.
I wonder what stories those walls would recount if they could only speak; of the people who had lived in those rooms and walked through those doors; of life.
Yet, everyone seemed more interested in the fly-over, it was new and it was very useful; the forgotten gaping house was left to crumble on its own.
I wish someone would take pity and pull the entire structure down; it seems like such an inverted invasion of privacy!
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