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Old Empty Houses

By Cynthia Harris

 

I would love to tell my story

But I don’t know how,

My owners left me forlorn

And some burn me down.

 

Yet I have lots of stories to tell.

 

My original owners were proud,

The day the first foundation stone was laid.

They looked forward to having

A new roof over their head,

And to the family they had.

 

But now they’re gone

And other family members

Have abandoned me

And I’m just

Waiting for my death.

 

© 2009 by Cynthia Harris