A Ruin Poem by Elia Michael

There is a ruined residence
It is old and lacks elegance
It is the house where I was born
So for me it has relevance

I like to walk by it each morn
But yesterday I could have sworn
As the sun stopped the storm brewing
It was not so old and forlorn

It was no longer a ruin
On the roof some doves were cooing
And a family was inside
It was a sight I found moving

On this long ago scene I spied
With sad feelings that it had died
The house again ruined, I cried
And walked away in a quick stride