This Old House Poem by Tango

This old house was once full of life,
with lots of Joy,
and occasional strife.
But now it echoes,
because it's emptly, and alone,
with only me here,
no one else at home.

The kids have all grown,
and gone their way,
wife decided she hated the country,
and to town went to stay.
My old dog at sixteen,
had a heart attack and died,
my heart was broken,
then I really, cried.

Still as the time passes,
so the grief becomes less.
Every day I remember,
when this old house,
rang with happiness.

Who knows perhaps once more,
one day the sun will shine again,
and happiness will come,
wafting through the door.

Tango.