Wall to Wall

These walls reach out to remind me of the good times and the bad

They have heard the laughter, the triumphant hoots, the envious chuckles

These walls have seen the tears, the sense of loss and the joy of gain

They have gasped and cheered when the bubbly champagne splashed them

The party times, the home comings, the welcome guests with joyous kids

They have as well cringed in pain

The putty and the wall paint will never erase those scars
The memories of deafening silence that hurt more than
inflicted wounds

They have heard the soft whispers of thoughts, unsaid, suppressed

Purblinded by the stampede of emotions, trampled by surging ego

A clean slate awaits me - a new house with new walls

Memories folded and packed

I'm ready, exited and expectant

Soon someone else will stare at them lost in thoughts of joy or sorrow

It will be theirs to amuse or abuse

A mute spectator of the game called life

From poemhunter.com