The Shack

Stands an old wooden shack

If the little building could talk

Its history would take you back

It saw a lot of deaths and a lot of births too

It once was a lovely place

Back when it was new

The little shack is now falling apart and no one seems to care

It stands alone with weeds all around

It seems so sad and lonely and a frown it seems to wear

You see this little shack once had a lovely family to maintain rugged beauty

But they have long since passed

So there is none to do the duty

One day the little shack will be gone

Decay will take its toil

It will be over and done

Just a heap of wood atop the soil