Herman Sequira


The Old House - Poem by Herman Sequira

A visit to my old hometown
Has my emotions mixed.
My mind goes drifting back in time;
I stand with gaze transfixed.

The old house holds within its walls
The ghosts of times gone by,
And mem'ries of my childhood past
Evoke a wistful sigh.

And there before me I can see
Loved ones who've passed away,
With scenes from lives lived long ago,
As if 'twere yesterday.

It's just my mind, I tell myself,
But there's a saddened look
Upon the face of this old place
We long ago forsook.

Abandoned and decrepit now,
It could not age defy,
For this old house is like us all...
Condemned someday to die.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2005


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