THE OLD HOUSE

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    THE OLD HOUSE

    The house stood there .... in crying shame
    The emblem for some of its owners
    Who stood much to gain
    For the selling of their heritage
    That was handed down to them
    That old house cannot understand
    The wicked heart of man
    It has risen aplenty in years you see
    More than a hundred
    I can attest to thee
    It has been a shelter from the rain
    And a refuge to those,who have suffered pain
    Yet with one sweep of the pen .... we can give it all away

    Then watch as the money slips through our hands
    And leads us to temporary gain
    From a heritage,that even if not perfect...was our right to claim
    But for the love of money ..... our ancestors handiwork
    Will all have been in vain
    Have we no pride ... no history.. no recollection, of where we came from

    That the very family members that we grew up with.....we now choose to shun
    Is the social intergrity of our lives so twisted ....that only family member who have ..... get assisted
    Is our greed so overshawdowed by our needs
    That we fail to see our loved ones bleed
    And what will happen in future?
    When we think the most wicked person,is the one who must lead us

    By pulling away the fragile part...... that binds you to me
    You make your greed all the more clear....for everyone to see

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    WordSlinger commented on THE OLD HOUSE

    06-10-2010

    But for the love of money ..... our ancestors handiwork , love the pen work here,, so true, ty WS

    SavVySam commented on THE OLD HOUSE

    04-26-2010

    "For the selling of their heritage That was handed down to them That old house cannot understand The wicked heart of man" Hmmm, I am having a hard time not commenting on how applicable this could be on a much broader scale...Great poignancy in this write, such a sad, sad state of things...Much Luck to you my friend!;)

    Wallysaruman commented on THE OLD HOUSE

    03-15-2010

    I feel for you, Sandra! This belongs to a book, by the way. I'll keep you and J. in my prayers... I've got some catching up to do with the big man upstairs.

    WordSlinger commented on THE OLD HOUSE

    03-15-2010

    wow, this comment can go on and on, and on, But I'll zip my lip, one great write, ty WS

    mufasa

    03/15/2010

    Thanks so much ,it tells the true story of what is happening in my life right now. I am strong though ,and resilient no matter what happens.Thank you so much for your comment.

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

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

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