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THERE'S A HOUSE THAT SITS UP ON THE HILL
IT HAS A HEART-- BUT NO-BODY KNOWS
THE ROOMS, ONCE  ACTIVE, ARE NOW SO STILL
 AS FOR VISITORS-NOW NOBODY GOES

ONCE , IT WAS FILLED WITH LOTS OF JOY
WITH CHILDREN PLAYING AND LAUGHTER
 BUT NOW- ALONE, WITHOUT GIRL OR BOY
IT SITS IN MEMORIES THERE AFTER

 IT ONCE WORE A LOVELY COAT OF PAINT,
CLEAN , LIT UP WINDOWS TO WELCOME YOU
A GARDEN OF ROSES AND CHILDRENS SWING
NOW IT'S JUST THERE WAITING WITH NOTHING TO DO.

LONG AGO-- ITS PEOPLE ALL LEFT
SOME DIED AND SOME MOVED AWAY
NO LONGER IS THERE MUSIC IN THE AIR
NO PARTIES AND DANCING GOES ON THERE TODAY.

THE STORIES IT COULD TELL- IF ONLY  'TWAS ASKED
OF BIRTHS AND CHILDHOODS AND FAMILY PETS,
CHRISTMAS AND BIRTHDAYS, AND EASTER TOO
 FAMILY OUTINGS AND KIDS PLAY SETS

NO-BODY WANTS IT-- NO-BODY CARES
IT'S WAY TOO OLD AND IN NEED OF REPAIRS
IT TAKES  A FAMILY TO MAKE IT A HOME
ON STORMY NIGHTS-- YOU CAN HEAR IT MOAN.

IT ONCE WAS LOVED AND HAD TENDER CARE.
THE GRASS WAS CUT AND A GARDEN GREW.
NOW , IT SITS  WEEDY, AND ALL BY ITSELF
LIKE A DISCARDED, BROKEN TOY ON A SHELF.

PEOPLE DRIVE BY , WITHOUT A  SECOND GLANCE
THEY'RE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING MORE UP-SCALE,
THAN AN OLD WEATHERED, RUN-DOWN HOUSE
WITH A SIGN THAT SAYS " FOR SALE"

Copyright Shirley Sasek
2010



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