Sunday, September 14, 2008

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN POETRY




Just an Old House

Nobody lives there anymore.
He just got too old, that guy.
They found him on the floor
where he expected he would die.
Nobody lives there anymore.

No boys climb through the trees' branches
no girls being pushed on swings
there can be no second chances,
only the emptiness time brings.
Nobody lives there anymore.

Five carved stones beside the lake
tell his story of pain and loss.
Four young ones' lives cholera did take
Mother, too, paid life's dear cost.
Nobody lives there anymore.

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