Abandoned

I stood before an abandon house. Time had broken its spirit. It’s ridge bent and broke. Still it was majestic. It held some pride. A century since first hammer and nail. Yet I wondered of it’s life. I wondered how many had lived there. Called it their home. Their pride. I wondered of the tears that surely flowed. Through slamming of doors. I wondered of the celebrations. The candles. The laughter. I wondered of the trees. That lived their lives with it. Standing firm. Protecting. I wondered how long It will stand. Before enough is enough.