Purpose

Basking in the sepian light of November Sun
The ruins of man's infrastructure long gone
Once needed, now abandoned when done
Seemingly forgotten, while being all but.
Nature nurtures the brick walls
Caresses them with roots and sprouts.
Growing out of the wall
Life out of stone.
Breathing new life
Into what men left behind to die
Perseverance pays itself back.
Patience is a virtue we don't have time for
And that is why nature will once nurture
Our bones too.
And when all my thoughts bleed out
When my skin takes the palest of hues
When all life deserts me
I am happy to know
That finally I serve some purpose