Upon The Hill

Still stands so grand for all to see,
behind stone wall lies memories.
The manision built upon the hill,
now lay dormant mid nightly chill.

Once a home full of love and care,
built there to please his lady fair.
Then younger man came her way,
she left the mansion, did not stay.

A reminder there is no gurantee,
that love will stay, will always be.
Love can not be bought with things,
with mansions or diamond rings.

Now it sits and overlooks the town,
a white elephant that is run down.
A rusty gate, ivy covered walls,
now cobwebs line longated halls.