The cottage now lies empty, and overgrown with weeds,
A large walled garden at the rear, long past has gone to seed.
Many tiles have fallen off, broken gutters and hanging gate,
Doors and many windows, with cracked and peeling paint.
The family that once owned it, now long disappeared from view,
Reflects bygone nostalgia through the walls that that it once new.
And as the sun begins to set, with the last embers of the day,
The little cottage lives in hopes that some one just might stay.