The House
The house was a new house
Both beautiful and fond
Filled with joy and love
And an inseparable bond
The house was a new house
Its gaiety filling the air
Muffling the noise
Of what was to snare
The house was a new house
Like the hearts of the pair;
Ready and willing,
But unable to bear
The house was a new house
Its walls broad and sure
They held up the roof
That was not secure
The house was a new house
That now sits alone
For the house is an old house
Full of pain unknown
This poem is about:
My family