There's a house looking worn
which once was someone's home
now in disrepair
as if no one cares.
Time has not been kind.
Sagging roof lines.
Broken window panes.
Weeds growing in the lane.
No lights shine.
No laughs bind.
No ones there.
Others stare.
Once a happy place.
Now a ghostly space.
Uncared for.
Life no more.
Forlorn
for long.
Forgotten.
Wood rotting.
There's a barn leaning,
its roof leaking,
its sides missing,
slowly crumbling.
No cattle roaming,
no calves bawling,
no roosters crowing,
no hens clucking.
Acres now left untended.
Rusty implements upended.
A gloom descends
like depression.
Yet down the road a bit
new construction sits.
Rafters stretching toward the sky,
dreams fulfilled by and by.
New replacing old
when land was sold.
Old forsaken.
New for the taking.
What used to take months to build,
in two months will be filled
with new dreams and memories
and a young family.
Lights through the window panes.
Laughter heard time and again.
Flowers in a vase.
A happy place.
The old unwanted.
Mortar crumbled.
New now belongs
standing strong.
The once young dreamer is now old
in a nursing home down the road.
Still dreaming in their mind
though time has not been kind.
For wrinkles and deep lines
increase over time
leaving furrows
and sorrows.
When once they made furrows
in the stony soil,
now they sit
while the clock ticks.
The young have yet to learn
what the old have learned.
Time is a gift
that quickly shifts.
Both had dreams that were the same
but time has come and changed.
Quickly young become old,
though old is like gold.
For knowledge and wisdom
is the gift that comes with aging,
traded for strength and endurance
when physical strength up and went.
If only the young could appreciate
for the old have much to relate
as they sit
while the clock ticks.
Time slowly changes with each tick-tock of the clock
but time has many lessons waiting to be taught.
The young are too busy to appreciate what time has brought.
The old are waiting to tell before they become naught.
Take time today to seek out the old
for they have lessons worth more than gold
for they have learned the hard way
that time quickly slips away.
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