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The Old Red Barn
The old red barn that's been vacant for years
is a reminder of days long past.
In its day it was filled with so much life.
But like all things it didn't last.
Now as I ride by it I wonder why it stands?
Why was it not taken down?
If it was capable of having a face,
surely it would be wearing a frown.
Gone are the sounds and the smells it had.
Gone are the people too.
The hands that worked there every day,
These are the memories it knew.
'Why am I standing all faded and worn?
Why don't they do away with me?
I'm tired. I'm tilted. I can't stand straight.
Is that what they like to see?
Maybe I'm a reminder as people ride by
of how things used to be.
Maybe I still have a purpose to fill?
Nostalgia, when they look at me.
poem
by
Edwina Reizer
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