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House Across the Street





House Across the Street


On countless days I'd seen him

In the sunshine and the rain 

Mowing his yard - going to work

Or driving down his lane.


Not once had I stopped to say hello

Or give him the time of day

The man who lived next door to me

Whom I saw from day to day.


I knew nothing of his family

Vaguely aware he had a spouse

He was only just a neighbor

Who lived in the big white house.


Perhaps, someday in the future

I'd take the time to greet

The man who shared the block with me

In the house across the street.


A couple years had come and gone

I kept thinking that I might

Go over and say hello t o him

But the time was never right.


It wasn't until tragedy struck

That I even cared to meet

The man who died so suddenly

In the house across the street.


I said a prayer for his family

As I watched them drive away

Wanting to bring them comfort

But not knowing what to say.


So let this be a lesson

Please take the time to greet

The ones who live next door to you

In the house across the street.


Author/Written By:

Marilyn Ferguson







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