I was once new and stately,
uncracked,
unbent,
unchipped.
My adornments were
admired,
spoken of,
pointed out.
I lead to a house that was
the envy of the
neighborhood.
Now my house stands
empty.
Winter has broken my
back.
Life oozes though the cracks
separating,
lifting,
eroding.
Once a home for bustle and hurry,
Once a welcoming spot for friendly visits.
My only occupant now, a wary cat,
as abandoned as I am.
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