The Corner House Poem

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There stands an old house on the corner,
Weathered by time, a nostalgic mourner.
Its walls are peeling, its windows cracked,
A sentinel of memories, it has never lacked.
With a white picket fence, worn with age,
It's seen generations turn the page.
A cobblestone path, now overgrown,
Leads to a door that's long been shown.
Inside, echoes of laughter still ring,
From children playing, dancing and sing.
Though now abandoned, it holds its charm,
A relic of the past, keeping memories warm.
In its heyday, it was a bustling place,
A haven of love, joy, and grace.
But time has passed, and seasons changed,
Yet the old house on the corner remains unchanged.
Its porch swing creaks with a gentle breeze,
As if whispering tales of cherished memories.
The memories of a family's love and care,
Of moments shared, beyond compare.
So as you pass by that old house's door,
Take a moment to imagine once more,
The stories it holds, the secrets it keeps,
A treasure of history that forever sleeps.