The House That Jack Built
Jack built a magnificent house
Filled it with objects of beauty
But in it he yet felt lonely
So he bought a dog
As a companion
It still didn’t work
Jack was discontent
He then grew a garden
And often spoke to his plants
Who like his dog, were good listeners
But seasons changed, flowers died
And a decade later, his dog too
Paintings and crystals jeered
Desire showed its fangs
Having come of age
As for Jack’s will
It was broken
Wake up Jack ~
‘Twas but a dream
17-March-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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