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Old House
Once grandeur,
and perched on an expansive terrain
The humble monumental frame
that had bounced children's laughter
from its walls
And had displayed historical images
Along its halls,
Now stands an eyesore
so silent and worn.
I passed by once to catch a glimpse
Of what was left of it since
Those glorious years of my youth.
Though the epochs have passed
And life had long bade that old house goodbye,
It still echoed its beautiful truths.
I smiled- awash with nostalgia
- And was lost in my childhood forever.
Copyright ©
Marguerite C. Anderson
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