This poem is about loosing my old home i wrote it when i was 16
my dad had to sell the house and this is how i felt and still feel today about it
in the poem there might be a few things you don' understand so i'll explain the part about my evil aunt mary she came to help get the house ready to be sold and made my life and my last memories h*ll
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a nostalgic poem love read and read refeaturing nostalgic memories i love to ponder
Here it is...nothing is permanent in this world...everything has to vanish one day or another, , , , it could be home or dearest one, everything has to leave this world... u write beatuifull which attract ppl, , , , keep up the good work, , , here is the msg 4 all....thnx samantha 4 sharing...