Old forgotten glory

Serving a purpose, the center of it all.

Days were of glory, art & power.

The heart of the city, the hub of life and love.

Now I am just the old king,

With a fading crown, broken smile,

serving the few hapless, who share with me my misery.

Its not the sympathy that I seek,

I know I am a mascot of a culture long lost and dead.

I stand tall as long as I can,

Doing what I am destined to.

Once I served the rich and the powerful.

Now I serve the poor and homeless.

Think of it, I guess, these are my real glorious days.