Through life we tread unknowingly
Chasing earthly treasures relentlessly
Yet one day we shall leave our post
And it’s not riches that will matter most
– Q
This is an abandoned watch house in the neighborhood. I always admire how quaint and mysterious it looks amid the often neglected wild bushes. It’s especially quiet today as the city celebrates with the world the Day of the Dead on November 2. And thus the melodramatic simple poem. ♥
Quaint Quinn 