Old Houses, Old Ghosts

Old houses tend to be
Where we find
The old ghosts.
The ones who are tired,
Who wish to be forgotten,
And left by the wayside
To drift away from memories.
The whispers of the past
Float through the air
As phantoms amidst the cobwebs.
The old houses, with their old ghosts,
Are little more than history,
Their families long gone
With no record of their names,
Leaving a place with no identity,
Except that of an old house
Filled with its old ghosts.