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

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