It stood there still proud, with a certain beauty of being near the end.
The demolition equipment parked across the field stared at it. The sign read Avenue Demolition. 
Stripped in places to the brick and mortar that once made it strong. Still wearing swatches of paint from what life it held.
A simple building. It’s once purpose giving it the beauty left.
Will the giant machines and shovels pause for a moment to honor it before taking their last bites? I hoped so, as I gazed on its remaining gem…
David Young