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From the wisest watcher
This ancient
decrepit
lived in house
has seen much
in it's storied existence;
the sitting room
with it's worn out
and cozy
mismatched furniture
the hub and heart
of the years.
How many families
have lived
and lied
and lost
within it's confines?
How many wives
have nursed
their happy children
or black eyes
while listening
to radios
and TVs
and surfing the web?
How many husbands
have put up their feet
after a long day
of work
or drinking?
How many toddlers
have had first
wobbly steps
or cries of pain,
waiting for their next
loving hug
or overdue meal?
How many moody,
hopeful,
whining teens
have come in late
from their first date
or party
or drug?
This ancient
proud
sagging house
has seen much
in it's storied existence.
The sitting room
with it's carelessly dirty,
and carefully decorated,
no longer white walls,
the hub and heart
of the years;
if they could speak to you
of your problems
they would tell you
to get over it.
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