Poetry
I was built in 1892 as the town’s only grist mill
I had destinies and jobs to fulfill
But just shortly after my life had begun
The price of coal rose, and it seemed that my life was done
I was untouched and overlooked for about four years
The remembrance of it almost brings me to tears
But by 1901, I was converted into a hotel with a restaurant
“The Hotel Butler” was the name I had got
Soon more and more people started to visit me
I was so excited as to what I was going to be
Unfortunately, in 1960, my upper floors were closed
Because of fire hazards I apparently proposed
I once again felt the sense of emptiness
With myself only half what I was before, with all this craziness
But I still remained as a restaurant, as I do today
In 1973, my upper floors were removed before they could decay
To this day, not much has changed about me
I've seen people come and go, sometimes tragically
It warms me to see families leave me, laughing and grinning
Often my emotions turn so strong, that I forget I’m just an old building
I had destinies and jobs to fulfill
But just shortly after my life had begun
The price of coal rose, and it seemed that my life was done
I was untouched and overlooked for about four years
The remembrance of it almost brings me to tears
But by 1901, I was converted into a hotel with a restaurant
“The Hotel Butler” was the name I had got
Soon more and more people started to visit me
I was so excited as to what I was going to be
Unfortunately, in 1960, my upper floors were closed
Because of fire hazards I apparently proposed
I once again felt the sense of emptiness
With myself only half what I was before, with all this craziness
But I still remained as a restaurant, as I do today
In 1973, my upper floors were removed before they could decay
To this day, not much has changed about me
I've seen people come and go, sometimes tragically
It warms me to see families leave me, laughing and grinning
Often my emotions turn so strong, that I forget I’m just an old building