This Old House

Oh, I admit it’s looking sad,
This little piece of real estate
That I received from Mom and Dad.
I’m glad they didn’t hesitate

To help me keep it whistle clean
And landscape proud – but that was years
Ago, and now the evergreen
Is dead, and cobwebbed spiders leer

From  walls. The sagging glass has blurred,
And every nook is quite a mess.
But even so, I find the birds
Still love to sing and trim their nests

Around the place in spite of all
The fixing up I’d like to do.
(But where would be the wherewithal
I’d need to hire a fix-it crew?)

And anyway, I’m waiting for
Another house to warm my anxious heart –
A home where windows, walls and doors
Will never, ever fall apart.


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