The Little Old House

Passing by on a road less taken

I spot an old house, long since forsaken

The roof is still there,

but teetering so

It almost falls in when the wind starts to blow

The walls are cracked

and covered in vine

The lawn is overgrown,

tended by time

And though all these flaws

catch the eye

Like cat and mouse

Something greatly interests me

about Dear departed house

I see a small spot

where the floor caught aflame

There’s a giant wet spot

caused by the rain

The windows are broken

and boarded up tight

The doors off its hinges

as if went through a fight

But still the home stands

in its glorious lot

Surviving the decay

and terrible rot

And no matter the battle

No matter the war

The little old house

Is still wanting more

That little old house,

though long since forsaken

Is leading the road,

Ththe road less taken