Welcome to this house, welcome one and all,
Don’t get too comfortable, you will have to stand in the hall,
This is the home of the old men who are waiting for the call.
The old women are sitting sharing cups of tea.
The children are a little scared of what they might see.
The young men are outraged but cannot flee.
The girls are crying, heartbroken and disappointed,
The priests are comforting those anointed,
And the pregnant ladies are suffering and disjointed.
Welcome children, let me read you a story,
You have come to the path of glory,
But don’t stair at the injured they may be a little gory.
So sit down and share tales of your fears,
Have a joke and sing a song to while away the years,
For you have wandered into the house of tears.
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David Wakeling (
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Clever words David, I will not be going there as I live in the house of laughter.
Andy
Good for you.I'll be there as well once they let me out of the house of tears
I wondered if they wandered, or where they coerced
I think they were all born there.
...again, well expressed.
Thanks for reading
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