As I drive around the country I see them standing, alone and empty...Ghostly looking old houses. Inside, I can't help but feel sad, for once this isolated, lonely, old dwelling was home to some living family; Mom, Dad, all the kids... Who were they and where have they all gone?
Once upon a time, children played in the yard and laughter rang out from their play. How did their lives turn out; Happiness and bliss, travesty or tragedy? Too many questions, but how can one not wonder?
The windows and doors gone now, leaving this lonely, empty, place, seemingly, without life. But then again, I thought I saw something move...Outwardly, it would seem that all are gone, but is that not laughter I still hear? Maybe they came back...or they never left?
It's good they have each other, for now, there are no visitors, just passersby on the road to somewhere else...
Once upon a time, children played in the yard and laughter rang out from their play. How did their lives turn out; Happiness and bliss, travesty or tragedy? Too many questions, but how can one not wonder?
The windows and doors gone now, leaving this lonely, empty, place, seemingly, without life. But then again, I thought I saw something move...Outwardly, it would seem that all are gone, but is that not laughter I still hear? Maybe they came back...or they never left?
It's good they have each other, for now, there are no visitors, just passersby on the road to somewhere else...
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