I stood outside our old house today
The place where i was born,
It looked so cold and empty
So lonely and forlorn.
It had the same old window's,
It had the same front door,
And the gate we used to swing on
Still said number four.
But somehow it looked different
Not the same as i remembered.
Probebly it was the garden
Which i could see had not been tended.
In my mind i saw the inside
Of this house which once was warm,
But as i sadly stood there
My heart was being torn.
Maybe it was the empty space
Where the old shed used to be,
We had some fun jumping off that
My sibling's and me.
This loving house which we adored
When we were just mere infant's
Has been sold again, made into flat's
To accommodate our student's.
I know they have to live there
But i wish they'd take the time
To love and cherish their new home
Which once used to be mine.
If they only felt just half the love
Which that old house once knew,
They would treat it with more respect
And take a different view.
But student's will be student's,
And how could they ever know
That they are living in a house
Which was so loved, year's ago.
To them it's just a halfway house
To study and relax,
But to me it is the memory
Of my childhood, my past.
But one day the student's may move out
And that old house be sold again,
Then maybe it will be filled with love
And happiness again.
wendy. thopliss
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