The Veranda

The Veranda

In the heart of the park lies an old veranda so proud.
At day it brings so much joy to the gathering crowd.
Yet now and then at night it has just the faint whiff of taint.
In the absence of light it’s just old wood and peeling paint.

During the day so fine it can have kids playing so jolly.
Every December it houses a tree full of lights and holly.
Then certain nights a dark secret it does house.
A lot more stirs than just the proverbial mouse.

This old shelter holds many a tale of joy oh so sweet.
For over a century it has housed so many happy feet.
As of late it has also felt the cold feet of sorrow.
Joy or sorrow which will it will feel tomorrow?

In times past it has heard many a wedding proposal husband to wife.
Every week or so told such tales of hope to rekindle it’s spark of life.
Several months ago that spark did once again dim oh so dull.
A terrible thing did happen and now at night came the sad lull.

The sun shines right now and look a single child does play.
The sun beams down bright and it absorbs every single ray.
Nothing remains now of the the struggle of evil that did occour
The many visitors can not know of the coercion him upon her.