#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house



where imagination was all that crowded a little mind thoughts of doing better in the mind and ambitions that could drive or carry the world to the next motivation



just a whisper of shadows that fled through my thoughts, gave a great color to the colorless time , moved low ambitions to higher heights with just it's beautiful brown color of deservedness


the more I looked up,the fastest I saw the old thoughts give strength to new fires if burning motivation loitering around the corner sneaking reign in a curious mind that dreamed of building nations with the mear though of an old house


just like the sun rise so is the inspiration gotten from old flames of once burning furnace that motivated success


the time that takes on little ideas to magnify and insteal love , patience and peace is an old house