Friday, July 4, 2008

Old hotel

The old hotel
That stands alone
Is right outside
The business zone

Twenty-five stories
A city block wide
If not the right color
Your stay was denied

Three meals a day
A guest could eat
And there were friends
They’d always meet

During the summer
They'd swim in the pool
On hot summer nights
Their rooms were cool

Cocktail lounges
With music to dance
Where many would find
A new romance

As years went by
The building decayed
Exotic places
Is where people stayed

Costly repairs
Wouldn't be made
The wrecker’s ball
Will soon invade

An empty lot
Where weeds will grow
And lost memories
Of days long ago

By, Randee Saber  2008