Antiquity

I am a relic from a previous age, standing forlorn and shabby, in a
side-street in the village. I would love a new coat of paint!

Folk don't give me a second glance these days and children don't understand why I exist at all.

Yet at one time, not all that long ago, I was a vital figure in society and people valued me. I even helped to save a few lives.

Sometimes there was a queue waiting to use me. That's how important I was.... but not any more.