Selling The Old Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEF GGH I JJKLMM

The little house has grown too small or rather we have grownA
Too big to dwell within the walls where all our joys were knownA
And so obedient to the wish of her we love so wellB
I have agreed for sordid gold the little home to sellB
Now strangers come to see the place and secretly I sighC
And deep within my breast I hope that they'll refuse to buyC
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'This bedroom's small ' one woman said up went her nose in scornD
To me that is the splendid room where little Bud was bornD
'The walls are sadly finger marked ' another stranger saidE
A lump came rising in my throat I felt my cheeks grow redE
'Yes yes ' I answered 'so they are The fingermarks are freeF
But I'd not leave them here if I could take them all with me '-
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'The stairway shows the signs of wear ' I answered her in heatG
'That's but the glorious sign to me of happy little feetG
Most anyone can have a flight of shiny stairs and newH
But those are steps where joy has raced and love and laughter too '-
'This paper's ruined Here are scrawled some pencil marks I note '-
I'd treasured them for years They were the first he ever wroteI
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Oh I suppose we'll sell the place it's right that we should goJ
The children must have larger rooms in which to live and growJ
But all my joys were cradled here 'tis here I've lived my bestK
'Tis here whatever else shall come we've been our happiestL
And though into a stranger's hands this home I shall resignM
And take his gold in pay for it I still shall call it mineM

Edgar Albert Guest



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