Empty walls

Empty walls and clear blue skies,
We both grow old: the building and I.
The bricks crumble, leave dust behind.
Who dies first? Me or these walls?
Abandoned brick and mortar fall
Long after my last scrawl.
Both without purpose die alone.
To give and give love we find our home,
In helping each other we find our own.

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