An ominous construction
In the gloming stood
It was dark, unlike the park
Of the neighborhood

Its architecture gothic
It was in disrepair
Its garden loomed and had no bloom
Just briars of despair

Cobwebs in the windows
Its gutters filled with leaves
The fence beneath like broken teeth
Wasp nests in the eaves...


The people living roundabout
We're angry! Up in arms!
Their neighbor had to labor
To give their place some charm!

So they all got together
And went there as a group
They had talked, and so they stalked
Up there to the stoop

There was a lengthy time
After the doorbell bonged
Then they knew the place askew
There was something wrong!

Some became quite anxious
They were sore afraid!
Their faces taut, they shook and thought
The house owned by a shade!

But finally someone answered
The mammoth darkened door
A wizened gal stood in the hall
An old lady! Nothing more!

"Have you finally come to help me?"
She asked, tears in blind eyes
"I lie in bed, my husband"s dead,
And I was just too shy..."

All the people were ashamed
Could not believe their part
As it were, blaming her
For the blackness of THEIR hearts!

So one by one they got some rakes
Some dustrags and some brooms
They changed their plan, made **** n span
They cleaned every room!

Bit by bit they found some wit
In the elderly girl
She took part, and had an art
Knew much of the world

So the moral of the story
Is plain as plain can be
Don't hold a grudge.
And please don't judge...
Until you finally SEE!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/14/2016