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Mansion

Moss covers the cobblestone
A rusty gate half open
All is quiet in the garden
Except for the cricket chirping

The courtyard is strewn with leaves
No one has entered the gate
Except curious onlookers
Wondering about its past history

Weeds have over-grown
The flower beds
Where are the roses and
The gardener’s caring hands?

Tall trees are growing wild
Providing a perfect shade.
Behind the windows & doors
Lie only sad memories

Where are the children
Playing on swings?
Where is their laughter
Under the clear blue sky?

Where is the sweet melody
Flowing from her fingers?
Where is the baby grand?
Where are the adoring friends?

The stove is now cold and rusty
No one has prepared evening meals
The kitchen smells of dusty mold
Long gone is the aroma of baking

The sky remains bright and calm
Looking down with pity.
Who stole their dreams and joy?
But their own greed and folly?

I can still hear the angry voices
And see their angry faces
Even when the boughs are blooming
And the willows dancing in the wind

Is each household a tragedy?
Why can’t they live in harmony
Before parting tears and
Separation by death?

Gone are the signs of life.
Time has no respect of persons
Leaving behind dust and bones
Without living memories

The sun used to stream thru
The window panes
To awaken sleepy eyes
And start another busy day

But now there is no morn
And no eventide.
The house neither wakes up
Nor slumbers at night

The seasons change
Unhurried and unchanged.
The snow melts away in silence
Giving in to spring’s awakening

The hot summer sun fills the air
With its overbearing heat and light
But it too beats a hasty retreat
When autumn arrives solemnly

So round and round
The years go by
And everything in the mansion
Has gown old and dead

The bell from a distant chapel
Peels through the crispy air.
No one heeds the call except
A sparrow on the tree top


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