The Old Farmhouse

The picture now hangs unnoticed on the wall.
Once proud of itself and stood so tall.
But now memory has faded and wiped it away.
The structure once lively now stands in dismay.

My entire childhood has its presence here
I can still hear the laugh and crying tears.
The door still opens itself for me till day
I wish it could just be another way.

People are fragile and so are memories
Who are you? Have become a common ceremony.
Profits and business have made us distant
Blood now demands blood without hesitance.

The sunlight hauls its way through its wooden windows
The draperies the silverware all now widowed.
The structure trembles but still holds itself
Like a weak grandparent but still makes us feel its presence.

But it will be someone other's the next day.
And he will dismantle it all for he may
Rebuild this into a grand hotel full of guests.
Oh my old farmhouse, may you finally rest.

Pic Credits: https://flic.kr/p/6vA4Hg