This old house is falling apart
Or maybe it’s just my heart
God knows all about it
One day it may quit
Only God knows what I’m going through
Know one else has a clue
Even if they knew
Neither would they know what to do
If I had some really strong glue
Maybe I wouldn’t stew
I would know just what to do
Maybe then I could make it new
In a broken place like this
There is a lot of things you miss
There is nothing called bliss
And you never get a kiss
The house is so broken
Everyone just makes fun
Nothing can be done
No not by any one
Sometimes that’s the way I feel
That’s when I sit and kneel
I know that feeling will go away
And I will be the same as before someday.
A deeply insightful and contemplative piece that exemplifies this author’s poetic acumen.
Thank you Louis. It is always a pleasure to read you comments on my work.
I could imagine an old woman whose beauty is falling apart and the grace and charm is gone. I take it as a beautiful metaphorical poem
Thank you so much for your comment. I always appreciate what the reader thinks when they read the poem.
An introspective and sensitive literary work.
Thank you so much for you comments. Always appreciated.