An old wooded house standing all alone.
It was situated all on its own.
The owners had abandoned it and wanted to tear it down.
But the memories, lingered all around.
To many unknown secrets holding the place together.
Everyone thought it would stand forever.
There was laughter and there was tears.
But along with the good times, there were fears.
A few family members have passed away in that place.
Catching their breathes, with an anguished face.
There were to many stories to tell.
Maybe some have went to hell.
Looking back at the broken staircase.
In between the bushes left to much space.
Their could have been a beautiful garden to tend to.
But no time, no patience, just stories with unanswered truths.
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