I visited
the old house today,
The windows
glazed over with dust.
The plaster
peeling
Seepage
here and there
Rubbish
strewn about
The wiring
loose in places,
The
plumbing a bit off.
The patina
of Time is not attractive.
I came here
with wonder,
Eyes full
of dreams.
I built a
home in this house,
Filled it
with laughter,
The gurgles
of children,
The
pattering feet.
I added
storage,
A place for
everything.
The House
embraced it all.
Now it
creaks and seeps.
Accusingly
it weeps;
“You left
me,” it says,
“Others
occupied me,
Doing as
they pleased,
Their
comfort wreaked havoc
On me.
“You come
and paint me from time to time
Add some
plaster, scrub away the grime,
And leave
again, glad
That I seem
all right.
You don’t
see I am sad,
Giving up a little every year.
They say I
look fine
For my
vintage.
“But you!
You should know
You lived
in me after all!
Lizards
dart out now and then
Mostly
hidden.
I am tired
now.
“So much
wrong with me.
Maybe it
would be better
To demolish
me and start over
Brick by brick,
Or cell by
cell?”
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2025
This though sad is a situation with all old homes.Sometimes we do what can be done.Very insightful.Visiting from the half marathon.
ReplyDeleteHouses hold memories and have feelings too. Your poem is really poignant.
ReplyDeleteSuch a straight-from-the-heart poem. I can so relate to it with old buildings being redeveloped in my neighbourhood.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely piece — I really enjoyed how the old house becomes a whole world in your words.
ReplyDeleteThe sad house is talking and complaining to the owner- very interesting concept and holds ground till the end! Every house has a soul and recites a story… I do believe in that!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and nostalgic poem! This is so true of old houses. When my ancestral home was brought down, I remember being heartbroken!
ReplyDeleteThe poem beautifully captures how houses, like people, carry the weight of love and loss within their walls.
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