I am from a life worn town
Old and dilapidated from the generations
Once a thriving place and the peak for its time
Now only a shell of its former glory
I children of its builders still remain
Telling stories of their golden youth
The quantity of life, the quality of things
All symbols of the downward spiral
Everything was better in this town’s glossed past
Too bad I never got to see it
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