Ghost Town

 
What was once a thriving town
Has withered into the remnants of history
And if you take a closer look around
You can’t help but feel its story covered in mystery

You can walk through the old and restored buildings
The scent of ancient things
The smell of aged wood
The hot desert air
It gives you the feeling that someone else too is still there

Now its a museum
An amusement park of sorts
Where trinkets and ornaments are sold
So you can take a piece of the past with you

You can see the worn out pictures
Faces that never smiled
Ghosts still living
Hiding behind creaking doors and dirty windows
Watching visitors from another time
Come through their space

Behind each glass display case
Shoes, gloves and jewelry
Relics
Belongings of the dead
They have become stories without words
For the public’s curiosity and pleasure

And the cemetery…
The names on the graves are so faded
You can feel the sadness of harsh conditions
They are now attractions for visitors
To dwell in the things that are old and gone

But the ghosts remain in the desolate town
Reminding us that us too one day
Will be like them
Voices echoing through the chambers of time