by Bobby Neal

Created on: April 06, 2009

My house is old and ugly.
For a few moments I consider redecorating,
Fresh paint, new carpet,
Something to make my house appear young again.

But it would be a waste of money.
My foundations are cracked and crumbling,
My plumbing is clogged and rusty,
My windows are hazy and fuzzy.

The water no longer flows with ease,
Noises and creaks wake me during the night,
My air filtration system sucks hard to breathe.
Spider webs and bats are taking over the attic.

My house is slowly, painfully dying.
Perhaps the faulty wiring will spark and ignite,
Burning my house in a blazing burst.
Maybe a hurricane or tornado will bring mercy.

My resources are better spent
Given to help the newer houses in my neighborhood.
The are still building, making additions,
More life ahead than behind.

Redecorating my house would fool no one,
Least of all me.
After my house falls and is reclaimed by nature
The lot will become available for the next generation.

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