The old house stays empty
The wind will sing its song
along
The windows, doors and alley
Calling names all have gone
The sun rays will poke in
Running its lights on
certain angles
Trying to find where the
people gone
Into other places out of
sight
Sometimes the sound of
rattling
It plays into the mind in
memory
The old house stays quiet
The voices all have gone
The old house stays alone
In the quiet around the
neighbourhood
The day of voices, laughter
and songs
It is all in memory staying
in my mind
Sometimes in Google search
The old house stands in the
crowd
Remembering the years gone
through
The old house still waves
back to me
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