The house was greying and the trees around it were swaying,
The people would look at it as if it were cursed, the time had killed it and now it had passed,
Its door was hanging on its lust limb,
The light seeping through the windows was dim,
It was a structure left for the animals to take shelter,
The moss stained the red roof, and plants grew in the gutter
It was quiet; there was no noise or clutter.
One could tell this was a big investment,
And yet nature continued its torment,
This big house always left me wondering,
How much sadness, money can bring.
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