If Only Walls Could Talk Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

The house just doesn’t look the same as it did when I was young
In the garden stood my favourite tree; now it’s dead and gone
It’s all replaced with concrete and a tarmacadamed drive
And I sit here like a long lost ghost; another family inside
Inside those walls I used to play
With my favourite toys, ‘till bed
If only walls could talk
They’d remember what was said
It’s sad to see how much has changed since those sunny summer years
And all that was ever learned inside; the happy times, the fears
Inside those walls I used to play
With my favourite toys, ‘till bed
If only walls could talk
They’d remember what was said
When everything was innocent and falling down the stairs
I wish I could go back there to the days I had no cares
Inside those walls I used to play
With my favourite toys, ‘till bed
If only walls could talk
They’d remember what was said