Old Residence

Posted by Brad Osborne on February 16, 2020 · 22 Comments 

 

 

From the curb the house looks so familiar

The front door a different color

And the hedges now more fully grown

But enough has stayed recognizable to older eyes

And all the memories that were spun inside

Replay like an old movie in black and white

Time has removed the color of each frame

All that remains are the images in stark relief

Feelings faded from the cellulose reminders

A withering and weathering of the years

 

I wonder what it looks like inside now

Is there a coat of fresh paint or a new floor

Or is everything just the same as it was before

Are all the things that brought comfort once

Still the things that fill that living space

Has time been so good and forgiving

That nothing needed to be replaced

Or has function remained the same

Just a different pattern or color

Upholstering the same old frame

 

For that house once held everything dear

The greatest of loves and the saddest of tears

As years pass, we do not tear down and rebuild

We simply change the things with which it is filled

Or at least that is our hope in the better days

That somehow it has changed from dated décor

To house something different then before

My greatest fear is that it remains all the same

Looking in the windows it seems nothing has changed

And that is what keeps me from opening the door

 

 

 

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