I've been back and forth, in this hallway,
So many times, during this life's stay,
Now over sixty years, the scenery, is about the same,
From the color of the paint, to the pictures on the wall,
This is the place, where all my memories started,
Where I first learned to walk, moving up from a crawl,
I came into this life, the youngest, in a family of five,
Now I am the only one, that is still alive,
My dad built this house, before I was even born,
This farm field now a town, that survived many storms,
Now I am the guardian, of my parents, old lab dog, Ginger,
She spends most days, laying in her kennel, chewing on bones,
It's a little special, being back, owning the house, where I was raised
One big change I feel, a house is not a home, when your always alone.
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Down memory lane a trip into the past. As long as the heart beats Nobody can escape the nostalgic moments. Very well penned emotions. Compliments.