A thing done often palls.
Walls
Have ears
And down the years
They hear our tears
And fears.
The wall
May not speak
But as week follows week
It will recall
Each trip and fall.
In the halls
Of the great
And the abodes of the humble,
Walls wait.
This truth I state,
Edifices crumble
And walls do prate …
K Morris - Poet 
I love this poem and it`s very true walls do hear everything.
Thank you, I’m delighted you liked it. Best wishes. Kevin
Walls getting the attention they deserve. Love this
Thank you Deb. I am delighted you liked my poem “Walls”. Kind regards, Kevin
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Many thanks for sharing my poem. Kind regards. Kevin
have a nice weekend!
You too, have a lovely weekend. Kevin
I have often wondered… The so- called non living around us witnesses each high, each debacle of our life! What must it be like to be one of those things instead of the human I am…a silent observer of ages worth of moments…
Many thanks for your comment and interesting interpretation of my poem. Yes, you raise an interesting question. Best wishes. Kevin