This Old House
Dust now covers where love once lived,
years of happiness wrapped in laughter.
This old house has seen its share,
of joy and tears from floor to rafter.
Bread was broken while troubles fixed,
prayers were prayed to the Lord above.
My parents' home we all would come,
because all was done there out of love.
Now we load their things because they're gone,
the walls now bare where memories hung.
The house seems lonely without them there,
no neighbors knock, no bells have rung.
As we hand the keys to someone new,
the once dark skies seem some how blue.
10/16/18
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