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where
once there was life
where
once there was life, it now stands still,
this lonely abandoned ,house on the hill.
the rooms once filled with laughter and light,
now sits dark and quite every night.
but
memories are etched inside those walls,
of the happiness and loved that filled each room
and hall.
paint cracked walls and broken window Pane's,
where once there was life only memories remain.
memories
of children and laughter, holidays and fun,
weddings and birthdays, of daughters and sons.
bad times and good times, sorrows and joys,
where once there was life ,there will be no
more.
©
by Gloria Collins
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