Every door hides secrets waiting to be revealed
I found an old rusty doorknob in the yard behind my house
and wondered about the story it could tell
about the people who once lived and worked here.
an old house that has been built and rebuilt many times over the years.
to think of the relatives who might have touched that old rusty doorknob
and how many times it was turned before it was discarded -
but now remembered.
Did you ever pass an old, abandoned house and wonder about it to the extent that you can almost feel its restless ghosts coming alive again through the dusts of time. This poem is eerily memorable!
Thank you my friend. Your words are a motivation to me.
Homes are a stage on which life lives.
I found an old rusty doorknob in the yard behind my house
and wondered about the story it could tell
about the people who once lived and worked here.
an old house that has been built and rebuilt many times over the years.
to think of the relatives who might have touched that old rusty doorknob
and how many times it was turned before it was discarded -
but now remembered.
Did you ever pass an old, abandoned house and wonder about it to the extent that you can almost feel its restless ghosts coming alive again through the dusts of time. This poem is eerily memorable!
Thank you my friend. Your words are a motivation to me.
Homes are a stage on which life lives.