The Brick Wall Outside My Balcony

The brick wall outside my balcony 

With as many rifts as you can see

With lumps of disparity, no grace displayed,

The wall stands still, faded and frayed.

The blue painted bright, once lively and pretty,

Now a dull shade, waning away with pity,

Blocking the sun's light off, making us feel duller,

Can the brick wall become any gloomier?

With no windows, a forlorn, paralyzed standstill,

And I've no time to watch the wall so still,

Never do we take a second to gawk

At the motionless wall, its feet well locked.

It looks like it would love company 

Not that its neighbours are many,

Apart from similiar balconies,

And windows as stationary.

But someday, the wall would have to go

Would have to be broken down not so slow

But only so that another wonderful wall

Would replace the fallen one, sturdy and tall.