My old house out in the country
surely isn't much to see
with its sagging walls and chimneys,
yet its still a home for me.
It has served a useful purpose
for a hundred years. or more
and has welcomed many faces,
through its weather beaten door.
Like a mother toiling ever,
it has lost its shape, once trim
and its style is long outmoded
by more youthful ones with vim.
Now, it sits on its foundation,
sinking slowly in the sand,
tired from all its years of serving.
How it needs a helping hand.
No, I would not take a million
for this tired old place of mine;
Because a house is really home
when it has weathered with the time.
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Author Notes
Sadly, aging finally forced me into the city
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