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O, little house. Little house of memories. With old locked doors And missing keys Places to go, things to see. O, little house. O, tiny house. Tiny of house of no more laughter Simply staring It's children after A great heavy weight upon its rafters. O, tiny house. O, lonely house. Who is left to you this day? All your children Gone away. Maybe they'll be back some day. O, lonely house. O, aging house. Once a place of joy and learning. Left alone Left dearly yearning The backs of children you raised now turning. O, aging house.
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
Oh, Little House.
O, little house. Little house of memories. With old locked doors And missing keys Places to go, things to see. O, little house. O, tiny house. Tiny of house of no more laughter Simply staring It's children after A great heavy weight upon its rafters. O, tiny house. O, lonely house. Who is left to you this day? All your children Gone away. Maybe they'll be back some day. O, lonely house. O, aging house. Once a place of joy and learning. Left alone Left dearly yearning The backs of children you raised now turning. O, aging house.
This poem was inspired by an old country house I saw in the mountains of Pennsylvania. It seemed very... forlorn. Also, I felt like channeling Frost.
#broken#sadness#alone#old#children#house#worn#abused#progeny#run-down
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
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