First House
Yes, this is a house that is decades old.
It sheltered a family from the wind, rain, and cold.
This place was teeming with convivial vibrancy.
Nowadays, no living creatures are here as we can see.
The long-forgotten inhabitants are gone today.
All the children they raised must have grown and moved away.
Some windows may be broken, and the paint cracked and dry.
Now it may not seem very impressive to the eye.
The roof may leak, and there are missing boards in the floor.
That is what we can see right now and there may be more.
We will make many future trips to the hardware store.
However, this house still stands, and with some work to do,
we can have this venerable abode looking like new.
I know you never considered me a handyman.
However, we can make this place shine. I know we can.
On today’s real estate market, this house is a steal.
Let us get in touch with the broker and close the deal.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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