Welcome. Come In, but listen well

This time-worn place has tales to tell

Of lives long lived, of warm Hopes lost

Of half-completed Bridges crossed

In every room the Whispers come

As Spirits sigh o're Works undone


If mouldred Hands that made thy bed

Thy spoon, thy Book are comfort'd

Tis by thy Laughter, and the Care

For what they left for All to share

So share thy Love, Perhaps thou't be

The one to grasp old Destiny

Written by Sandy Sterner

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