Patti Masterman

A History Left Behind - Poem by Patti Masterman

Houses bemoan fate, whenever wind blows;
Softly cantankerous, they assess their pains-
Stiff as arthritis, the way that years show.

A hundred years pass in the blink of an eye,
To wood beams, comfortably sleeping with rot;
Floors bedded with termites, rafters open to sky.

Then sooner or later, the occupants die-
A place doesn't last long, when no longer loved;
Becomes shelter to rodents, and small pupae.

Its memories sealed with cobwebs and time,
Shingles on its bones, no one left cares-
It's slated for dust: a history left behind.

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  • (6/5/2012 3:30:00 PM)

    sentimental truth is it's history-I love those old buildings and your tribute to them is wonderfully told! Constance Yost (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2012

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