Home Is This Old House


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    Home Is This Old House

    This old house, sometimes bleak and cold,
    What a place to run to, coming from outsides
    clouds and chills, entering inferior and old,

    Let down your pain once inside, exchange sad
    stories, cash in on mother's glory, secure she knows
    why your there, answers to every question in her prayer's,

    Back you from the place ypu've run, leave all heaped feelings
    of shame, relieve all woe's, trouble's, on the welcome matt, with
    those sad foot steps,

    Though this house, a cold worn draft, laughter - restoration are her
    craft, So remember, at last you enter - a place where love - Is the sole
    of thy mentor.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    gmpateek’s Poems (6)

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