House on a Country Road

Old house on a dirt back road, windows broken, roof collapsed

Aged beyond useful, forgotten by time.

Broken barn, shattered sheds, silos hidden in vines

Reclaimed by the land, their people long gone.

To other lives, or cemeteries

Great hopes, now memories of lost dreams.

Shadows of children, play behind broken windows

Abandoned tire swing sways in the yard

Hope and dreams shattered by reality,

Perhaps broken on the wheel of bitterness and loss

Their stories, fading in the evening light

Like visions of love and romance from the past.

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