Sunday, July 31, 2011


All life's sorrows,
All life's joys,
All to follow,
All destroyed.

All these memories,
had a single constant,
the stage of all those mysteries,
now; distant.

We played and we fought,
but never thought,
that this, once a house,
homeliness espoused.

This is the final day,
My home's in disarray,
Tomorrow, it'll be clean, however,
As I take my leave, forever.

This parting burdens the heart,
As I leave the key,
To my memories and depart,
The memories, the key will be.