My House is my Prison

kingdaniel

I had all comforts

In my house of birds

Which flew within the walls

I tried to dispel them

But kept counting my luck

That the outdoors would comfort me

It was a privilege to count the birds

Which made my house its nests

They were my companions and folk

There are many ways to relax

In my house, I entertained

My guests that drank from my gourd

Where we exchanged gifts that

Floated from the sky

I loved crowds that passed

Whereby they offered me good tidings

It was like life without end to live

In my house which provided me with peace

You never know what comes next

The present is better than the past

I had to live for the present rather than the future.

The future can take care of itself

  • Author: Solomon (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2018 10:54
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: marlenawood
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine birthday write I see - best wishes!

  • marlenawood

    Very beautiful writing love

  • onepauly

    with us by its side.



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