Sometimes I feel like an empty house, with nothing left but memories.
I know it is just that I am tired or depressed, so I accept the
feeling and I embrace it. I may be a house, but I am far
from empty, for I am filled with love. I have my
moments when this may not seem true,
but they are few and far between,
And if I have my way, they will
be even fewer still.
"Empty House" by
Jerry E Smith
©3/16/15
