Ode to an Aging Home

by Michael Lynn   Apr 6, 2008


When your days gone by outnumber days yet to be
and you reach for the ground from the strain
When your face shows its age
and your frame feels the pain
and your roof will no more shed the rain

When you lean as you stand with your lines now askew
and you no longer know what you thought that you knew
Find peace in the winds that you blocked as they blew
all the days you withstood skies of grey, skies of blue.

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  • 15 years ago

    by H E Losey

    Again I like the write but your rhyme scheme catches one off guard. It reads well but my mind rebels after the read due to the rhyme. Oh, well perhaps just my mind does this. I would, it it were I, drop the "the" from line 5 and just have "shed rain".
    As stated earlier another really fine write.

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