Shingles warped and withered

tired

three thousand weeks

sunlight and rainstorms

Windows peer myopically

hiding

misty memories of

ballrooms and port wine

Overgrown garden

unkempt

unfertilized

climbing roses drooping

Grey windswept porch

sagging

gutters hang low

clinging grimly to yesterday

Glowing softly and

unnoticed

a dim light shines yet

in an upstairs window