Old Houses
Once you were filled with living
The sounds of celebrations and laughter
Snores in the night, arguments and tears
Your walls holding those snuggling within
Adorned with pictures, children’s paintings
Mirrors reflecting passings from room to room
Kitchens let loose smells rising from wood stoves
Replaced by gas and electric ones as years rolled by
Stairs worn by many footfalls, some fast, some slow
Were sanded down, broken steps replaced, later carpeted
Now your roof is sagging, porches fallen, windows broken
Those who lived here as fractured and faded as their memories
You fall into lonely disrepair, no one left to care for you
As time slips into another era where everything is new and fast
And flashy that will ebb and disappear, receding into a distant past of
Lost manifestations to be forgotten when they are no longer of consequence
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The passing of time, with its decay and erosion, is on full display in this piece. Everything has an end. Thank you for sharing this.
Made me think of George Ella Lyn’s work.
I understand and appreciate what you have to say. Every time I see an old house which has been abandoned, I can’t help myself. I wonder who lived there, how many children, extended family? It saddens me to see these beauties wasted as they slip into disrepair.
Thank you for sharing this!