Falling Apart

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.

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About Jan P

I was born and raised and still live in the great state of Oklahoma in the U.S.A. I live in Oklahoma City and have lived her for over 40 years. Came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma. I was raised on a farm as my daddy was a sharecropper. I worked for the Department of Defense for over 30 years. I am now retired and trying to catch up on all the things I didn't get to do when I worked. I have written poetry for many years, but only recently started writing more since I have found a place where others can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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