I am a tiny house that stands
divided between past and future.
Progress is chewing its way
along memory lane devouring my history
in its hinged jaws.
Moving forward is the city’s claim.
But is that legitimate when
it constructs redundancy
along treed avenues lined with unique?
Traffic hums its disdain for me in wheels
that only wish to leave my yesterdays behind
in their pursuit of contemporary.
Goodbye will come too soon
as I await the death sentence
to reach my door with
its single printed word,
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Prompt 6 ~ Personification @ mindlovemisery