by Kimberlee Decunzo

Created on: September 27, 2008

The walls seem to rattle
A window is cracked
But my house sits here firmly
It's soul still intact

The stairs now creak loudly
The pictures hang sideways
The roof leaks a little
And this is a good day

As one passes by
They think it's unsound
No flowers are blooming
The shingle's unbound

Some feel it is gloomy
A few feel compassion
Don't pity my cottage
It needs no refashion

Deep inside there is comfort
Safe sound and secure
No torment from weather
Of this I am sure

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