It will never be like this again.
Just yesterday this house was alive;
Today it's empty, yet again.
This makes one think about tomorrow.
The old oaken door is the keeper,
Letting the joy in, keeping sorrow out;
Yet harbours both, in a special way.
Within this house memories abound:
Who among them on that chair did sit?
What parties gathered this table round?
Where are the children, leaving bare
The nursery, the attic once filled with toys?
Draughts pulsing with life in the stairwell,
Swatches of talk in the empty rooms
Warm cozy kitchen, heart of the home;
Yes, never to be like this again.
Time will soon send us all a-packing
Then only ghosts shall wander the halls;
In an age where past yields to present,
When grand old walls give way to malls.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a throwback for sure and after, possibly, a revisit.
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments7
A poem where nostalgia leaks from old pipes and shadowy ghosts reside in dust. Sadness falls in shadows with the fragrance of yesterday lost in must. A poem of loss and decay of yesterday. Lovely a fave
Thank you, Soren. It's an older but still meaningful piece. 🕊️🙏
Age doesn't matter with poetry its the feels
Now that is heartening bro hear, Soren. I’m wondering how my younger self would have been ever grateful 🕊️🙏🏻
So true - out with the old, in with the new!
Memories are swallowed on eye pads, as meaningless as the vanity that created them.
Where's the grand ones?
So true! Thanks muchly🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A.
Thanks O! Good to have you back on my page🕊️🙏🏻
Not that I get any of the cryptic stuff - well, only about 1% of the time do I discern it. lol.
One percent is good enough 👍🏻🕊️🙏🏻
Whenever I see an old House; I often wonder about the many family saga's played out within the Walls. Especially Homes that go back to Victorian or Georgian times.
A fine Poem.
That is so true, Kevin. And I also find that pull even from other ancient and run down places like grave heads and architecture, rusted out remnants and such. Thanks kindly. Rik..🙏🕊️
The stories those old homes could tell would be amazing Rik.
Andy
Yes! A very exciting curiosity in the least🕊️🙏🏻
A fine piece, mate. Really makes you think. And love the line about time sending us a-packing.
Yes, Tom, that's it- a thinking poem! Exactly how it was birthed. Thanks for affirming that. 🙏🕊️
My friend, this is powerful…each detail...the oaken door, the empty stairwell, the fading nursery...brings memory alive even as time erases it. A very poignant piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
An older piece, re-airing. I wasn't to sure about the timing of the post but glad now that you have reviewed it. Thank you 🕊️🙏
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