Don’t you love old homes?
Weather-worn and weary
Dark now from abandonment
So sad and dark and dreary
But it wasn’t always that way
Once the lights shown deep within
New babies born right in the home
Is where those precious lives began
Generations passed down the homes
Such a wonderful family dwelling
Perhaps rooms were added
As the family was slowly swelling
Windows completely out in many
They seem to deteriorate so fast
But since nothing lasts forever
We knew they too just couldn’t last
So while traveling across country
In so many places where I roam
I love to stop from time to time
Take pictures of wonderful old homes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel like having a sentimental journey too, to our ancestral home..Fine writing, Marilyn..thanks for this.. hugs, Meggie