Protector

My people built me on Maramack Rd.
I was house number 209

I was the best looking house on my
street.

I was the protector
of my people.
I watched over
them.

I felt every foot step,
I heard every
Sound.

Life was
Great.

We grew old together,
As they got
Wrinkles,
I became
Weaker.

As life moved on,
I became the protector of
One.

One day,
Old things left and
New things
Came.

I soon became a
Protector of
Many.

Years past, and
I was breaking down
By the
Second.

Then I hear
Beep!
Beep!
I knew it was
Time.