Blue Old House - Poem by Paul Ogbuigwe
I see home again
The old stains still remain.
Spent twelve years on the road,
Seeking knowledge to decipher life's code.
But memories of my home
Hold more sway than old tomes
So back home I've returned
To sooth my aching heart.
The old house still stands
Welcoming with open hands.
Impervious to the passage of time
She stands proud as a model in prime.
Saving herself year after year,
Though occasionally shedding a mossy tear
For her stone-hearted lover
Off chasing dreams without her.
But now I'm home with a smile,
I'll be staying for a little while.
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