I stood outside our old house today <br />The place where i was born, <br />It looked so cold and empty <br />So lonely and forlorn. <br /> <br />It had the same old window's, <br />It had the same front door, <br />And the gate we used to swing on <br />Still said number four. <br /> <br />But somehow it looked different <br />Not the same as i remembered. <br />Probebly it was the garden <br />Which i could see had not been tended. <br /> <br />In my mind i saw the inside <br />Of this house which once was warm, <br />But as i sadly stood there <br />My heart was being torn. <br /> <br />Maybe it was the empty space <br />Where the old shed used to be, <br />We had some fun jumping off that <br />My sibling's and me. <br /> <br />This loving house which we adored <br />When we were just mere infant's <br />Has been sold again, made into flat's <br />To accommodate our student's. <br /> <br />I know they have to live there <br />But i wish they'd take the time <br />To love and cherish their new home <br />Which once used to be mine. <br /> <br />If they only felt just half the love <br />Which that old house once knew, <br />They would treat it with more respect <br />And take a different view. <br /> <br />But student's will be student's, <br />And how could they ever know <br />That they are living in a house <br />Which was so loved, year's ago. <br /> <br />To them it's just a halfway house <br />To study and relax, <br />But to me it is the memory <br />Of my childhood, my past. <br /> <br />But one day the student's may move out <br />And that old house be sold again, <br />Then maybe it will be filled with love <br />And happiness again.<br /><br />wendy. thopliss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-old-house/
