If I were an Old Building

If I were an old building,

I would stand by the shore.

Gazing at the ocean,

In all it’s splendor

In all it’s glory.

Assaulting the shores with a raw ferocity.

If I were an old building,

I would revel in the rays of the sun.

Watching their timeless beauty.

Blazing down upon the earth in a raw show of emotion.

At the fire that burns within the core.

If I were an old building,

I would store the memories.

The laughter of children and the crash of the ocean.

The call of the gulls and the warmth of the sun.

The hum of a mother and the footsteps of a man.

I would stand through time as a book of memories.

As a book of laughter.

And joy.

Standing in the sunshine.

Reveling at the ocean.

If I were an old building,

I would stand day after day.

Watching as children played in the ocean.

Ran across the white sand and danced in the sun.

As couples laughed and grew old together.

Remembering their days when they were young.

If I were an old building,

I would stand for all the joy.

All the laughter.

All of the memories.

Standing in the sunshine,

Reveling at the ocean.

A book of memories,

A book of smiles.

A place of harmony and a place of laughter.

Yes this,

If I were but an old building.

Standing in the sun,

Overlooking the ocean.