Abandoned House - Poem by anne crawford
Abandoned house standing in the overgrown path
with faded (dull) gray sideboards,
that were once bright white with life.
Shutters hanging at awkward angles,
flapping in the wind,
banging against the house with creaking determination.
Darkened dusty windows,
looking sad and lonely,
yet forbidding entry
Door hanging ajar on it hinges,
as if the last exit was in haste.
Sagging roof with missing tiles,
proof of neglect
for many years.
with scattered broken furniture,
covered with cobwebs and debris.
Life has come and life has gone.
Time has gone by
with no one to tend it,
happiness in its past,
for it will never feel love again.
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