Built on love, the house remains
In the past, in which children played
To relive the moment, what they would give
Childhood is gone, such life to live
Time was wicked, the children learned
A home it was, a house to return
How it used to be, so dear to the heart
All the children grew up...and apart
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Author:
RSH (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Growth is inevitable and time will never wait\r\nToday I am eighteen, just yesterday I was eight
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