Life Had Not Lived There

The paint is peeling

Breaking away

Curling and chipping

Not much longer to stay

On the shingles and shutters

That’ve seen better days

When not yet twisted

By the hands of decay

When they hung straight

And the paint was new

The windowpanes glistened

And the sun shone through

But life had not lived there

No, not yet

The home was still a house

When the paint was wet

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