When none abide, paint these doors red,
That passersby may see,
Love once dwelt here, where time has tread,
And left its legacy.
Life stirred within these sturdy walls,
Where laughter rang so bright,
Yet sorrow wove through shadowed halls,
And hope held fast the light.
Strife, unbidden, crossed this way,
With whispers hard and fleet,
Yet love endured, come what may,
And stood on steadfast feet.
All these dwelt within this place,
Through fortune and through strife,
A testament to those now gone,
Who filled this home with life.
-E. Allen
