Faded fascinating corner

A ray of light shines on a bit of ground
The light reflects the scattered stones etched within...
Black and White...some discoloured
They are illuminated...shining with the glory of past?

Is the glory in the past?
Or, is it made to be perceived as such?
An old photograph with faded edges...but the smile in the picture shines with the same brightness
The tinkering of bells, is still in tune despite the digital forage
So, why do we think that the same corner is old and washed out
Past its prime?

The old corner is as valuable, as priceless as any swank new pad
The same old streets, by lanes, the corners are all full of vibrant memories
Coloured by the "new" presence...
The feeling of belonging...the feeling of staying with your roots
Flourishing in the same swamp
Does it make you a frog, who is unable to leap outside?

Or, is it a sign of strength, standing in your own piece of soil
So, what if it is old, dirty or even faded
It is nurtured by warm memories, love that shines bright and is aglow with your sheer presence

So, the faded corner is not forgotten
It is indeed fascinating
Dwelling and thriving in its uniqueness
It takes a special sight to see this
It takes a feeling to realize it
And it takes love to nourish and cherish it