Life looks to me like the old house I grew up in. Leaves coat the yard as the naked trees dance in the cool breeze. The ghostly white paint, chipping away from years of battling the elements. The blue tin roof gleaming off the star light almost looks untouched. It looks sad. But the inside is filled with joy and love And all the childhood memories I can think of, from good to bad. It's a bittersweet sight. But there's beauty looking at it from this road that goes on forever.