There Was a House

There was a house. It had no rift, Until one day, its foundation did shift. Everyone thought it would last for sure, Until one day evil knocked on its door. It shook the floor, and windows too. It seemed there was nothing anyone could do. The brick fireplace fell in real fast, And the walls also failed to last. The cars in the garage were buried in debris. It seemed no victims would ever be free. The wooden supports fought to stand, But they were destroyed and easily disbanned. The shutters from the roof fell in big clumps. The ceiling lining fell to the ground in lumps. Those who lived in the house knew it'd never be the same. Yet accepting this would mean they'd lost the game. Some things just couldn't be repaired, Even if they would have ever dared. Those who wished things back the old way Must admit the old foundations couldn't stay. Now that the initial storm has passed, It's time for new lives to be cast. The house, it is being rebuilt. Those doing this haven't one bit of guilt. Once it's rebuilt, it all looks so neat, But many think it'll again face defeat. The windows are in, and the sun shines through. It almost seems to be all brand new. When the shades are open the whole way, The house will celebrate its reopening day. It's a shame to waste such a beautiful place. It was, and could be again, filled with much grace. Some say the house, though new, is still haunted, That those who would live in it would still be taunted. If they would just accept the house as brand new, It would alleviate problems, quite a few. The house is back. It's foundation is secure. So live in the house. That's what it's there for.