There stood a house of past endeavours
Filled to the brim with time lost treasures
Dull colours reflecting from paint well worn
A derelict house stood all tattered and torn
Old windows rattled with a haunting sound
An abandoned lifetime all scattered around
Time was the owner of this crumbling mess
Long ago the keeper of house was laid to rest
Faded pictures swung freely from rusty nails
Through opened doors the wind it howled
A home of laughter now silenced of word
The creaking house a nesting place for birds
Treasures of old had little meaning to some
The passing of time like shadows in the sun
A stranger wondered what had come to pass
The old house groaned I wasn't built to last
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1 comment:
a great piece. made me want to live there and restore life into the place
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