"I am the living room.
I have a soul of my own.
I see comings and goings.
I've see children born and growing.
Spreading wings and flying away.
I've seen parties full of such debauchery.
You know I feel you when you enter.
I sense loneliness when you are not in.
Sometimes I see the dog.
She sneaks in when the family are out.
The *** plants are lovely, but they don't make conversation.
I watch the T.V. and realise how boring life is.
The old man he was laid in state.
Awaiting transportation to the nether  world.
Along they come carrying pots of paint rejuvenating and freshening.
Carried in the stroke of a brush.
"Oh heaven be felt."
(C) Livvi