That Old House

That Old House

Once you stood tall and strong

Long ago they raised your roof

Finished you with the finest around

Neat, clean, envy of all to realize

Those old photos showing your luster

Nothing was out of place

Windows washed;

the grass cut;

hedge trimmed proper

The shutters neat

A model for the neighborhood

They would peak into you windows

Stealing a vision into your soul

They would image living within you

How grand you would make their life

Children born inside

Bringing life to the walls and rooms

Their laughter and cries echoes

The old taking a last breath

They found a peace in with those walls

As time passed, so have your owners

Changing from hand to hand

Now left abandoned and unloved

No repairs made to your shell

Your insides stolen and sold for coin

Time has done no favor old friend

Sun, rain, snow have beaten upon you

Paint faded, chipped and peeling

Your roof leaking and full of holes

Windows and glass broken from vandals

The years of neglect show the wear

A large Red “X” on your side

A sign showing your end is near

The chatter of the machine nearing towards

The giant arm ripping into you

Yet no screams from within

The machine gives one push

Falling to a heap one huge crash

The machines rip you part

Piece by piece you are taken away

Wood splinting, glass breaking,

dust fills the air as your last breath

All that remains is the blank lot

Author's Note

Work hs not been proofed as of yet.

Reviews

[Country Girl47]

Very good poem. I like how you had described what it was like at first and sad how it ended. Thanks for sharing! d

[Michael Wright]

Thank you for reviewing

[Miss Sharon]

This is a wonderful poem and very well written Michael. The personification used made the house "come alive" for me. I enjoyed this very much! ~Sharon

[Michael Wright]

Sharon thank you kindly

[Miss Sharon]

You are qu9te welcome my friend. Have a nice weekend. ~Sharon

[Sami Khalil]

The now and then sort of thing in a great descriptive form of this old house. Time can be friend or foe to humans and objects. Excellent, sir...:).......

[Michael Wright]

thank you for your kind words

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.