The House of Tears.

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 damned who are waiting for the call.

The old men have retired to the study for cigars and distain,
They reflect on a life that was selfish and full of pain,
Minds filled with dark clouds and pouring rain.

The ladies are spending their time preparing an obituary.
Trying to win their Father’s approval and failing miserably,
Only to weep on his grave with a breathless soliloquy.

The old women are sitting sharing cups of tea.
The children are a little afraid 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 teens are suffering and disjointed.

Welcome children, let me read you a story,
You have come to the pathway of glory,
But don’t stare 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.