This House
This house has known me since I was twelve,
Walls watching me paint and create.
I wonder if it feels the pain I feel
When you get so irate.
This house has seen it's better days,
It's insides ragged and torn.
I guess it knows how it simply feels
To be old, tired and well worn.
This house needs a lot of attention
To keep it standing strong.
Kind of like a neglected bird
No longer singing it's song.
This house needs love and tender care
In order for it to survive.
So does my heart need your loving soul
In order to stay alive.
With faded wallpaper and chips of paint,
It's crumbling walls still stand.
This house needs me as I need you
To continue to hold my hand.
� Kathee Tschudy, December 27, 1997.
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