Soon, I'll be leaving you, old house,
but I'll come back, as spirits do,
To listen to new, joy-filled voices
wafting in these rooms and through.
You knew me, then, they'll know me when
my smiling ghost confronts them there
And in your halls and on your stair…
contentment here is what we'll share.
I'll always haunt your space, old house—
relaxed, serene, with loving care—
And whisper to each resident,
who may or may not be my heir,
Old secrets that we two still bear—
that thieving time sees fit to spare.
Decades from now descendants may
find these words I've left to share
And puzzle who I was and am…
but you'll still known me even then.
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