That Lonely House

That Lonely House

by Lord R.e. Taylor

That old house

Tattered and shredded

She may have been abandoned 

So many years ago

She has been left to decay

By people who just didn't care

I found her on a long ride

Sitting there, I could hear it crying

It never asked to be built

Now, all it wants is someone to drive up

Maybe walk on her porch

Or look in the dirty windows

I knew at that moment she was to be mine

Now, she is the one place on the whole planet

The one place my heart can be at peace

Just relaxing in the most beautiful place ever

© Poem – VIII/IV/MMXXVI

LRET