Walls

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If my house could speak

Its walls would tell a tale

Of the life of a family

Children young and frail



The foundations had watched

Life, death, happiness, and pain

The roof remembers

Its owners dancing in the rain



The staircase recalls

A few nast falls

Because of being slammed too much

The doors remember nothing at all



Such a strange family

The house would have thought

But over the years

Its heart must have been caught



And still it lives on

Mouth tightly closed

What's the whole story?

No one really knows.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of my first -
It seems kind of weak to me. I don't like it. It seems like I was rhyming for the sake of rhyming. Maybe I'll rewrite it someday. 2001

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This was still a good peice, though. I liked it ^_^