In the house I have today
Most everything has a place
Wardrobes incarcerate prior and present
Each with gates for closing
An open seat is kept for comfort
Another for imposing
A shelf I have for string and twine
Another for hope and faithful
Rakes and spades are saved outside
And perseverance on the table
Honesty's stored behind mahogany doors
And sacrifice on the stove
Cleanliness is kept in sight
And dust in neglected alcoves
A place I have for peace and joy
And even one for sorrow
But in all the rooms
Of my house of today
I have not room for tomorrow.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
In the house I have today
Most everything has a place
Wardrobes incarcerate prior and present
Each with gates for closing
An open seat is kept for comfort
Another for imposing
A shelf I have for string and twine
Another for hope and faithful
Rakes and spades are saved outside
And perseverance on the table
Honesty's stored behind mahogany doors
And sacrifice on the stove
Cleanliness is kept in sight
And dust in neglected alcoves
A place I have for peace and joy
And even one for sorrow
But in all the rooms
Of my house of today
I have not room for tomorrow.
Nov 8, 2015
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