That Old House

That Old House

Once you stood tall and strong

Long ago, they raised your roof

Finished you with the finest materials

Neat, clean, envy for all to realize

Those old photos showing your luster

Nothing was out of place

Windows washed;

the grass cut;

hedges trimmed proper

The shutters kept neat

A model for the neighborhood

They would peek into your windows

Stealing a vision into your soul

They would imagine living within you

How grand you would make their life

Children born inside

Bringing life to the walls and rooms

Their laughter and cries echo

People playing games and love all around

Vows taken in the arch

The old taking a last breath

They found peace within 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 are stolen and sold for coin

Time has done no favor, old friend

Sun, rain, and snow have beaten upon you

Paint faded, chipped, and peeling

Your roof is leaking and full of holes

Windows and glass are 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 is nearing

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 apart

Piece by piece, you are taken away

Wood splinting, glass breaking,

dust fills the air as your last breath

Only a dusty lot remains 

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.