A School for the Future

Trace the carved names,
Scratched expletives
And peeling doors.
The scent of dust,
Disinfectant,
Long lacquered wood,
And cheap perfume.
This was your world.
It was tired,
And getting on a bit,
But affectionate.
Anonymity was just a word,
And you were safe,
Thinking it would never end.
It's gone now, what was yours.
Dug up and rethought,
Shiny and new.
They've ripped it all away,
The stage and the walls.
But please remember,
It was just brick, tile and mortar,
Its heart still beats,
Dusty, yet glorious
And forever yours.