FredPeyer

A Whole Lot of Work

A small red bicycle

Lying forlorn in the dirt

The torn off head

Of a once beautiful doll

Cradled in the roots

Of the old tree

Still holding on to

A rusted broken swing

 

The wind blowing sand

Across the deserted porch

Slamming the screen door

Against its sagging frame

Rattling the loose tiles

On the dilapidated roof

Creating a sad symphony of

The house I used to live in

 

My life is much the same

As that old broken down house

Waiting to be rebuilt

To shine like new

Bask in its old glory

All it will take now

Is a bit of courage

And a whole lot of work