Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

When My House Burnt Down

WHEN  MY  HOUSE  BURNT  DOWN


I came  home one  day from town
And found my house burnt down.
There it was  - a smouldering black patch:
My son had dropped a match.
I stopped and wept.
Every item of past life was gone except
A few pictures and my mother’s spoons. 
I had  the clothes I stood in, and two sons.


Clean    -   it was like tabula rasa
My life sketch was wiped with an eraser
Everything had changed.  In my wrath
 I  saw  I  was  on an unwanted  path
I’d  swapped my life for that of someone else
And assumed  the fate of someone  false.


Lost  and desperate for a hand,  I was alone.
Wilderness cry heard by hard stone.
No one really cared,  their help was absent,
Unavailable,  inconvenient  at  the moment.


All my plans were scrapped, forgot.
Life   had   narrowed   my    lot.
Now my house was charred.
My life was scarred.
What on earth
Could   I
Do?

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