“Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long”

Now I am an empty house, all alone, abandoned

out on the open prairie.

My roof sags, and leaks. My windows all broken now, where once had shiny glass.

Once my rooms were full of laughter and song

the family lived here all day long.

Once I felt the pitter patter of little feet

Running in and out to the street.

On one of my door facings you can see how

much the little ones have grown.

There was once a garden out back

and a clothesline to hang clothes to dry.

But these memories sometimes make an old

House like me shudder and cry.

Ma passed then Pa too, the kids they just didn’t know what to do.

So here I am in an empty field, with an empty life,

Sometimes I think I lived too long.

DB.