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I grew up in Twinsburg, Ohio I was born in ’52

And like the Old School I attended I’ve gotten older too

You might say our structure’s dilapidated and perhaps with age we’ve slowed

Some people might even make the assessment that we’re not up to code.

We might not have the same energy as we did when we were kids

And you can bet our plumbing doesn’t work as good as it once did.

Just look in any mirror and you’re stuck with the sensation

That our structure has some wrinkles and our roof needs renovation.

Although our exteriors may not have stayed pristine, and fresh and polished

There is not a one of us, just ask, who’s ready to be demolished!

The Old School I attended in my wonderful little town

Is a lot like me, but the city now, wants to tear her down.

The city’s planning director thinks the Old School has past it’s prime

To preserve this 92 year old building is too costly a paradigm.

It’s funny but many people travel to Europe just to see

The old and ancient buildings and be part of history.

But here in our own country, in our cities, burgs and towns

Since it costs too much to preserve them we’d rather tear them down.

My vote if for the Old School to undergo a preservation

So she will stand as a monument to future generations.

To relish those memories we had when we were girls and boys

And preserve them for our children and their children to enjoy.

For there’s more to this old building than all it’s defects to be mended

You see the history of the Old School lies in the people who attended.

We may not all be famous alumni...but do not, my friends, be fooled

We are who we are today because of our Old Schools!

So be mindful all you cities when these vestiges of our past you take

It’s not just the building you’ve destroyed, it’s your own history you forsake.