MY OLD HOUSE

When I heard

that the house

we once lived in

was about to be razed

I felt very sad

though I left that house

to join the Navy

back in 1945 —

seventy years ago.

 

I was ten

when we moved there

and remember that place

more than any other place

of my childhood.

 

Last year

I saw that house briefly

and I thought that

it might last longer than I —

but that’s not likely.

 

I’m glad that

I don’t have to see it

being torn down.

 

This entry was posted in Poems. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply