the old house

The old house

Stayed on by the road

Among the row of houses

The ringing voices since disappeared

It was a house I knew

I stayed there for a while

Leaving it when I left school

In search of my wealth

Every year of the past

We would return to the house

When my mother was still alive

The voices filtered on the walls

Now my mother had gone

The old house just stands there

I hardly step into it

It is just the memory

I only Googled it

There it showed he house

The emptiness I saw

The old house still stands

The old house

I remember in my mind

I don't know when I will return

It is only the memory I heard