Selling a House
Selling a cottage
I had my little house up for reluctant sale
couldn`t get the reward I wanted decided not to sell
I`m moving to Cascais, and it takes time.
he cottage can stand here till it sags and needs
to be painted, too many memories we have grown old
together I need a facelift my fake tan can`t cover
up the cracks.
I knock on the door two ladies outside they wanted
to buy my house for the right sum of money,
for a moment I hesitated, money is money.
Sorry, it is no longer up for sale and my little house
breathed again.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2018
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