The barn

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Desolate and stark

The barn stands proud

Reaching to the skies


Once, in times forgotten

The wood was new

The paint was fresh

But time passes on

And memories are cruel

How quickly we forget

How quickly we move on

And leave behind

What once was valued

Valued no more

And now,

Death the final chapter

Slowly, oh so slowly

Alone to wait

The inevitable


Will no child remember

With fondness

The youth

That is gone



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