Old House

Once grandeur, and perched on an expansive terrain The humble monumental frame that had bounced children's laughter from its walls And had displayed historical images Along its halls, Now stands an eyesore so silent and worn. I passed by once to catch a glimpse Of what was left of it since Those glorious years of my youth. Though the epochs have passed And life had long bade that old house goodbye, It still echoed its beautiful truths. I smiled- awash with nostalgia - And was lost in my childhood forever.