Pulling off the sheets and placed it inside an empty box
Sealing it with packaging tape... Reminiscing...
Has it been twenty two years since we lived in this house?
For that long how deep was our story scribbled upon each rooms
Moving out down to the flight of fourteen wooden steps
Sounding creaks carrying the smell of methane that termite produced
Poor old house you've become a tremendous blessing upon sheltering us
Growing up with you was one of our life's greatest adventure
Remembering the times when we used your freestanding handrail as a slide
With small children laughter's bouncing off from your grayed old walls
Each time we get home from school we raced up to reach the entrance door
Knocking three times or more and say to ourselves "At last we made it home!"
Remembering the times when we scrub your wooden floors
Causing it to sparkle mirroring the painted white ceiling above
Wearing our socks we skate around as if we're having icy winters
When out of energy we laid down our heads on your shiny surface
Remembering the times when you protected us from calamities
When the ground shakes you choose to sway rather than knocking down
During heavy downpour the howls of winds the sounds of thunder reverberate
Within your old wooden structure that has keeping us safe and sound
But the time has come as we watched you get demolished and turned down
In just few months you were completely gone in our sight
Replaced with a commercial establishment that houses business enterprise
Deep in our hearts we tearfully cried as we remember the place we call home
Turning our backs for the very last time
Leaving with our farewell and goodbyes
Then one day will point out and say "That's the place where we used to live."
Old House, you've now become part of a dream scenery imprinted in our very soul.
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