My House


You pass my door

Assume I’m out

But why not stop

And look about

For on the outside

The house looks strong

Yet on the inside

Something’s wrong

Firm brick walls

No longer there

The floorboards creek

There is no stair

So bring a hammer

A chisel too

To help me mend

To help renew

As without help

This house won’t stay

For it will crumble

Just fall away

So please my friends

I beg of you

Knock on my door

And help me through.

©karltearney

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