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Old house, gone are the memories!
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Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house...
Didn't really like my time there,
it was tough...
Pockets were empty, the only difference was,
we lived in a building, not in a slum...
Money was always short,
but food was always there...
Clothes were sometimes torn,
stitched it with needle and thread...
Parents did their best,
Food and education was provided,
but they were mentally stressed...
He tried, though not so hard, to get a job,
She took tuitions to manage the slack...
Parents fought all the time
was not really their fault,
about our future they were concerned...
I was the older one, matured before time,
so I understood the struggles,
even though my parents tried to hide...
They loved us a lot, despite all the tensions,
sometimes we were thrashed,
but for Indian children it's normal,
an expression of love it is called...
I don't dwell in my past,
Life is good now,
But I do remember that house,
even now while I am typing...
People residing in that house,
were responsible for the dire state,
and the memories of that old house,
I still hate...
© Polkola
#house #memories #parents #life #struggle #past
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house...
Didn't really like my time there,
it was tough...
Pockets were empty, the only difference was,
we lived in a building, not in a slum...
Money was always short,
but food was always there...
Clothes were sometimes torn,
stitched it with needle and thread...
Parents did their best,
Food and education was provided,
but they were mentally stressed...
He tried, though not so hard, to get a job,
She took tuitions to manage the slack...
Parents fought all the time
was not really their fault,
about our future they were concerned...
I was the older one, matured before time,
so I understood the struggles,
even though my parents tried to hide...
They loved us a lot, despite all the tensions,
sometimes we were thrashed,
but for Indian children it's normal,
an expression of love it is called...
I don't dwell in my past,
Life is good now,
But I do remember that house,
even now while I am typing...
People residing in that house,
were responsible for the dire state,
and the memories of that old house,
I still hate...
© Polkola
#house #memories #parents #life #struggle #past
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