Walked in the Old House Lost memories make surface Of what once was home Tears sting in the wet eyes Recalling the laughs and joys   Walked in the Old House The old friends have grown wrinkles Some had gone away New faces fill the space Making me a stranger   Walked in the Old House Absent for days, years, ages But no one sees me I go away in silence While praying to be stopped       I like to know what people think of my work, so click on the feedback button above and leave me a comment.   Back to My Poetry page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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