• The empty house forgotten.
    The porch all curved and rotten,
    with a broken swing chair,
    that was once occupied by a loving pair.

    The windows can no longer keep out the rain,
    with a long crack like a bloodless vein.
    They once kept the family protected.
    But now they are boarded and neglected.

    In the back is a collapsed dog cage.
    Now completely brown and rusted with age.
    It was once home ot a spirited dog.
    When called he'd come to play with a prancing jog.

    The yard is now like the jungle floor.
    The state of the once manicured lawn is oh so poor.
    It used to be pillowy soft and cut,
    for when the little girl fell giggling on her butt.

    But the rule of time is nothing can last.
    Everything that is present must become the past.
    So cherish each moment, the things that can't be boughten.
    What is loved will eventually be forgotten.