I love old buildings,
I wonder what's behind each door,
And whom are the people.
Have we met before?
If I walked up the steps,
And knocked upon their door,
I wonder if they would welcome me,
And ask me to come in, or would
they hide behind the curtain,
and wait for me to go.
I ponder for a moment,
and then proceed upon my way.
Every family has a story and something to say.
This old building feels to me warm and cozy,
I slowly saunter down the path ,
anxiously awaiting new buildings ahead.