Sad Worn Face Poem by Marilyn Lott

t’s sad to see homes in ruins
As generations slip away
Where once so lovely inside
And families planned to stay

Their styles were so gracious
Their roofs were pitched so steep
Owners loved their homes
A lifestyle they planned to keep

And then after years the owners die
The money just isn’t there
To give the home what it needs
To keep up necessary repairs

And so the shingles blow off
The hinges rust and break
Year after year it deteriorates
When there is so much at stake

In some ways they’re still beautiful
No matter what takes place
We look upon the ruins now
And see each sad worn face!