searching again for happiness
Once there was a place for love
Halls empty and without style
a shelter waiting for life to come by for awhile
windows soiled with years of neglect
a woman waiting to find a home to select
Mysteries hidden beneath crumbling floors
apperations linger behind damaged doors
Walls absent of pictures of what once was before
Shadows trace the wallpaper now crumbling and torn
On the sagging porch rocks a rocker alone
nothing there just a falling base made of stone
Dusty footprints linger then disapear
People coming from life to death to here
Travelers meeting, wandering through--
Searchers wondering what should they do
Shake hands with the lady who smiles at you there
She'll take care of you souls with a spirit that cares.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2013-02-19 at 20:16
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