An old house stands, with walls so tall,
Where memories linger and shadows fall.
Each creak of the floor, a whispered tale,
Of laughter, of tears, of love, so frail.

The windows peer with glassy eyes,
Watching seasons pass, under changing skies.
Curtains dance in the evening breeze,
Caressing the walls with tender ease.

The fireplace, a heart that once burned bright,
Now echoes with the silence of the night.
Ashes of yesteryears lie cold and gray,
Yet warmth of memories never fades away.

In the attic, secrets long forgotten,
Dusty relics, treasures begotten.
A house of stories, of time’s embrace,
A shelter, a haven, an eternal place.