Sign of The Times
A bank owned house, abandoned and dark,
Secluded and lonely, next to a park.
The insides were gutted, the wires were stripped
The surface was damaged and plaster was ripped.
Appliance were taken, windows were broke,
Bathroom depleted, water stained soaked.
The house sat for months as weeds took over,
And rubbish was spilled over wild clinging clover.
The house once was happy with birds in the rafter
Built on a foundation, of love and laughter,
Sold to a family who made it their heart.
Disaster struck and all hope fell apart.
It is a sign of the times, the era we live.
The yesteryears were broken, with little to give,
Taken away by dark clouds fixed of fault,
Bringing dreams and promises now to a halt.
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