Dusty Times

Poem really,

It settles on shelves,

On windows and doors,

It blocks out the light,

It clogs up all pores,

The room is silent,

No air floating round,

No children are here,

There is no sound,

In a place now forgotton,

They once used to play,

Used to run and to laugh,

And beg to stay,

They are all gone now,

They left this behind,

All married and grown,

No dust do they find,

But see it all stirring,

As the door opens wide,

Not all have forgot,

And a child steps inside,

With wondering eyes,

The girl watches with surprise,

As the dust begins to dance,

And giggles a small laugh.

The End

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