I am like this abandoned school I drive by everyday.
I echo faintly with the nostalgia of youth.
I have a playground but no but me uses it.
I oil the merry go round.
I test the seesaw.
I bat at the deflated tether-ball.
I stand vacant surrounded by busy lives.
Equal parts Charlie Brown and Calvin and Hobbes.
Yet old, not useless just old without being old.
At least part of me fits this description.
A part that was full of potential.
With malleable dreams flowing through expectant halls.
I am quiet.
I turn the lights on.
There is at least one student here.