House of the Past

Remnants of a yesterday long gone
Like the fallen tree no longer standing
Life has passed these premises by
No rhyme, no reason, no understanding

A place where life could be heard
Echoes of laughter throughout the halls
Running feet pounding out a childish rhythm
Happiness permeating forever
As the ghosts of yesterday calls

Dusty patterns cling to the faded past
When life was good and times were unforgettable
Slow moving days on a carousel of dreams
Life ebbing with moments regrettable

Shambles among the thorny briars of time
In aging increments falling
Lost to the days of faded glory
And a long lost anthem calling