Fate Knocks Daily

Fate knocks daily upon my door

And nightly raps at the windows

A house half a century old

An antique in an anonymous world

Ghosts lurk in the shadows

Of the entranceway

And hide only half noticed

In unvisited corners of closets

And closed, vacant spaces

Filled only with things forgotten

Usefulness outlived

By the ravages of lost time

And painful, tedious memories