This House of Mine

This house of mine is getting old;
Its paint is chipped and peeling. 
The roof has leaks, the chimney leans,
And there are cracks across the ceiling.

Foundation's gone, the floor sags
Almost beyond repair.
This house of mine is falling down,
But, somehow, I don't care. 

This house has been subjected to
Abuse in many forms.
It stood the test for years and years,
And has weathered countless storms.

This house of mine is property
On which I can't improve.
This house of mine is getting old,
But, soon, I'm going to move.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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