HOME; LAST MOMENTS.

Its warm caress enveloping; relentless

Even at the order of its close,

Inhuman it lives and breathes

But made by humans to show,

That its pleasure could and always be,

Experienced by one

A privilege had before its chosen time to go.

Approximately ninety years after the first

material was laid,

Its homely life saturated in insatiable calm,

And moments of history it has saved,

Gathered character and infectious charm,

Day and night are for it a phase,

Whilst it stands boldly unspoiled by chance.

Warped and worn in demand of repair,

But alas beyond repairing its soul has reached,

It's had a fine life; its warm caress says so,

And even at the order of its close,

Whispering goodbye, it doesn't want to hear

peep,

Just to have its place at the back of ones mind

is enough for when it is gone,

And long;

Shall the fade be,

For its attachment with me is especially deep.