The House

The house was a new house

Both beautiful and fond

Filled with joy and love

And an inseparable bond

 

The house was a new house

Its gaiety filling the air

Muffling the noise

Of what was to snare

 

The house was a new house

Like the hearts of the pair;

Ready and willing,

But unable to bear

 

The house was a new house

Its walls broad and sure

They held up the roof

That was not secure

 

The house was a new house

That now sits alone

For the house is an old house

Full of pain unknown

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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