Old House

It’s almost 3 a.m.,
I am wide awake,
listening to the sounds,
of this old house,

creak and crick,
crack and break,
the walls are tearing,
wallpaper pealing,

this house is old,
it bore many memories,
can it hold more?
of course,

when it finally comes time,
for the house to sleep,
we will gather ‘round,
and listen.

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