Reflections on a Red Brick Wall

You are small,
Cornered by giants,
So insignificant.
But you caught my eye
More than the grandiose surroundings;
Maybe it was the contrast
That captured my attention.

You are old,
In a state of refined decay,
Like the wrinkles that signify wisdom.
You watched as others sprung up
Like spring flowers all around you;
Yet you remained.

You are tarnished,
The soot and filth of decades
Cling furiously to your sides.
But there is a strange sort of beauty
In your uncommon style
And I fell in love.