The antique farmhouse
Over 100 years old
Has heard many secrets
But not one has it told
Though it grows weak
More tired day by day
Afraid those secrets
It soon will give away
A creak from the floor
A new crack in the wall
Are signs the farmhouse
Is fated to fall
Under the weight
Of all who have lived
From those who have died
With sins to forgive
Yet, for now, it stands
Aged and worn
Cobwebs in the windows
Curtains worn
The front door squeaks
A family steps inside
The farmhouse listens
For new secrets to hide