If walls could talk

If walls could talk, oh the tales they would tell,

Of laughter, love, and heartbreak, from years long ago.

I am one such wall, standing tall and proud,

With stories to share, if only someone would listen close.

I remember the day when this building was built,

Brick by brick, the walls rose to the sky.

And as I watched, I knew I had a role,

To protect, observe, and listen, until the day I die.

I saw the families come and go, each with their own story,

Of love, of loss, of laughter, and of tears.

I heard their secrets, whispered in hushed tones,

Their hopes and dreams, their joys and fears.

I saw the children grow, from playful tots to teens,

And watched as they danced, their laughter ringing out.

I saw the couples fall in love, their hearts beating as one,

And held their hands, as they promised to never part.

But I also saw the pain, the broken hearts, and the shattered dreams,

The tears that fell like rain, the words left unspoken.

I saw the wars that raged, the battles that were fought,

And heard the cries of victory and the tolls of loss.

And through it all, I stood steadfast and strong,

My walls are a constant reminder of all that has passed.

But as the years went by, and the families came and went,

I longed to share my stories, to make my presence felt at last.

And then one day, a young girl came to me,

With wide-eyed wonder, and a smile so bright.

She listened as I shared my tales, each one so true,

And as she left, I felt a sense of pride.

From that day on, I knew my stories were being heard,

By those who took the time, to listen and to care.

And though my walls may crack, and my roof may fall,

My tales will live on, in the hearts of those who were there.

But I also witnessed the sadness, the emptiness that lingered,

When those who had filled these halls, no longer remained.

I saw the neglect, the abandonment, the disregard,

And felt the weight of the memories, that slowly waned.

But even in those moments, when it seemed all was lost,

There remained a glimmer of hope, a light in the dark.

For though the families may have gone, their stories remained,

Etched in the walls, a legacy, that would never depart.

And as time marched on, new families arrived,

With new stories to share, new memories to be made.

And I stood witness, to love that blossomed anew,

To laughter that echoed, and joy that would not fade.

And now, as I stand here, I reflect on all I've seen,

The joys, the sorrows, the triumphs, and the strife.

And I realize, that even as a wall, I have a purpose,

To hold the memories, and preserve the tales of life.

And so, the years went by, and my stories continued to grow,

As each new generation added their own tale.

From the birth of a baby to the passing of time,

My walls held memories, both sweet and pale.

I saw the world change, as technology advanced,

And watched as people's lives were transformed.

But despite the new developments, some things remained the same,

Like the love between a parent and child, that was always warm.

I saw the rise of new trends, and the fall of old ways,

And listened as the world adjusted and evolved.

But through it all, my tales continued to unfold,

As I remained a silent witness, to all that was involved.

And then, one day, a young couple moved in,

Their love was as strong as the walls that I held.

They started a family, and their children grew,

Their laughter and love rang out like a bell.

I watched as they celebrated milestones, and shared their joys,

And held them close, as they faced life's challenges.

And as the years went by, I saw their love remain true,

A shining example, of what love and family can be.

And so, my tales continue, as each new chapter unfolds,

Of the people who have lived, and the memories they've made.

For if walls could talk, oh the tales they would tell,

Of the love, the laughter, and the tears, that have been played.