Moving Day

Through a window green curtains flap

On this gray, rainy August morning –

Graduation was long behind in May,

And a new life fast approaching.

In this house I have lived

Since the day I was born –

If walls could talk,

They would have a lot to say.

I don't want to leave this house

Because this house I love –

Will these new people

Leave it the way I remember?

Now the van is full,

The windows are now all bare –

This house echoes empty,

But whispers goodbye.

I stand in my vacant bedroom,

Tears burning my face –

I lived here all my life,

Who is taking my place?