The other day I drove into the country
Took time to look all around
And while driving I observed a windmill
Some of its parts had dropped to the ground
I felt so sad to see this beautiful structure
On the last leg of its useful journey
Unless someone spent time and money
It just couldn’t last for all eternity
I stopped my car and got out and took
A few pictures from different directions
I would print out a picture to frame
To add it to my special windmill collection
It’s the same with so many old structures
Old barns and homesteads around
Sadness just fills your heart
To see them falling in pieces to the ground
But then, nothing lasts forever
Even though they are tattered and sad
You have to remember their usefulness
If you do it doesn’t seem nearly so bad!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, so true. I always wonder when I look at old abandoned places about the lives lived in their shadows.