The old house looks
old and aged
There is nobody
staying now
It is left there,
empty void of human voices
The house my mother
bought decades ago
Today I drive back
to the old the house
To stay stock of
its standing and what repairs needed
The old house may
have its memories
Of those years gone
in the footprints of my mind
It is my root once
I stayed
A long time ago I
had left home
Today I visit the old
house
It shows me how
life has gone
It is good to
remember
How it started and
shared memories
The years had gone
The whispers of
yesterday
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