I dreamed of a house where the floor boards creak
the door and the frame dont quite meet
The windows held open with leather bound books
forgotten treasures hidden in crannies and nooks

I dreamed of a house where porch chairs sit
silverware drawers that never did fit
An attic filled with dust and proof of time passed
and photos hanging so the smiles can last

I dreamed of a house with a shabby looking fence
living room walls with knicks and dents
Heights marked with colors in a narrowed hallway
backyard toys left where children once played

For you see to live in this house so rundown
some might cringe others might frown
But for me it shows my house of life
many years spent of love and strife

I wouldnt trade this house for all worlds gold
laughter and romance stories still to be told
Ive grown old with this house its sturdy and strong
and its grown old with me for just as long