"Echoes of the Past"

The old house stands tall and proud,

But inside, it's empty and loud.

The floors creak and the walls moan,

As the wind whispers through the stone.

It's a place that's full of history,

Memories of those who used to be.

I can feel their presence all around,

Echoes of the past, with stories to be found.

The laughter and the tears,

The joy and the fears,

They're all still here,

Trapped in the atmosphere.

I close my eyes and let it all in,

The past and the present, intertwined within.

And for a moment, I am home,

Surrounded by the ghosts of days gone by, all alone.