I could see it from the freeway
It looked so empty to me
Windows boarded up and such
As vacant as could be.
But when I took the time to drive
Around to the other side
Still windows were all covered
What was there to hide?
Because vehicles in the driveway
Showed occupancy there
I could knock upon the door
But no, I wouldn't dare.
Do you ever see a dwelling
And wonder about its story?
Some had to be so beautiful
There were many years of glory.
But we will probably never know
Beyond those walls what took place
If only we knew what happened
Within this curious space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A call to the imagination! Houses. The more battered, old, and mistreated the more I wonder about their history. This poem is a homage to the human curiosity about other humans and the life they live- -not in any judgmental way but in a sympathetic wondering way wanting to know what led to the demise of a family home. Excellent poem excellently written, nary a poetic foot put wrong. a big 10.