In the house by the lake
sat a man of few means.
He dwelled on his mistakes
that had left his life lean.
In that house in a place
by rippled waters’ edge
he saw just the faces
in the photos on the ledge.
Outside rang the birdsong
and the sun sent her rays;
the trees stood there strong
and the clouds went their ways.
But in that tiny home
a man just sat to dwell
to brood on being alone
and missed out nature’s spell.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 5:17 PM UTC
In the house by the lake
sat a man of few means.
He dwelled on his mistakes
that had left his life lean.
In that house in a place
by rippled waters’ edge
he saw just the faces
in the photos on the ledge.
Outside rang the birdsong
and the sun sent her rays;
the trees stood there strong
and the clouds went their ways.
But in that tiny home
a man just sat to dwell
to brood on being alone
and missed out nature’s spell.