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There comes a time in the life of a house
when all newness ends.
When the smells of fresh paint and
newly sawn wood have dissipated,
the carpet no longer feels plush,
and the doors don't hang true.

There comes a time in the life of a house
when all hard things begin.
When the faucets leak at the seals and
rooms ring with the steady drip-drip,
the hardwood floor is scuffed,
and the drywall is scarred.

When the driveway cracks and
siding sags as fixtures rust.
Children’s toys abrade the paint and
teenagers’ cars leave the lawn in ruts.

There comes a time in the life of a house
when all gone before is considered.

When the weight of years past and
the memories they contain,
the few heartbreaks patinated by
many daily pleasures and greater joys

Are everything one ever wanted
in the life of a house.

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Copyright 2015 Femme Malheureuse
Photo: Bill Dickinson via Flickr