Of Old Structures and Stories

The old stand tall, they stand mighty strong,
Built with more than just bricks and cement but with stone and grit.
The old are stable, they never fear the forces of nature,
because they have been made to withstand the test of time.
A day shall come though, when new architects will want to bring down the old,
For a change, for some space, for a race.
And the old, though firm and stubborn, will come down like rubble.
The new will replace what once was all.
And suddenly change will take place because of a fall.
But the life of the once known structure will be described for generations to come.
The new live lives of a really short span,
Replaced sooner than the time they took to replace the old.
So much for looking more contemporary and bold!
So much, however of structure in stone, think for once of Stories untold.
Beneath the rubble of a destroyed site, is one mans art, architecture if I might.
Under the debris of sand and cement lie a hundred men's labour and sacrificed strength.
Buried now, under the change, is a generation that did not want to be exchanged.