There was a man, A woman an Old man a boy and a little girl in a house. The man, boy, Old man and woman built the house from scratch for themselves, oh yes and perhaps with the little girl in the back of his mind. A pipe burst, the little girl was startled. “Shouldn’t you go fix that?” The man smiled, “Don’t worry, the repairman will be here. Others are so quick to work on problems!” Soon a tree began to creak outside, the girl was startled. “Shouldn’t we get insurance just in case that falls on our house? Even as the tree leans towards us?” The Woman smiled, “It will surely fall somewhere else, we are a unique case!” Then, the oven caught fire. The little girl was startled, “Shouldn’t we extinguish the flames?” The Old man smiled, “I’ve been through worse. It will blow over!” Finally, the roof crumbled on the second floor. The girl, startled said, “Shouldn’t we repair the roof we have over our heads?” The Boy smiled, “My step dad will pick me up and I won’t be here for this so why should I care for those not coming?” The little girl terrified ran out the house. To finish it off, the house sunk in the ground with everyone else inside of it. It was the only house. The repair man wasn’t enough to fix it, the tree still fell on the house, even through worse the house was gone as the problems built up, and the Step dad either didn’t exist or was too late. The little girl cried,
For she wished to have her family in the house. But those who built the house thought not of her.
Sorry for the late upload, I was on vacation. Anyways, this is a poem about people who avoid the problems at hand. Well, Prose story. I did a lot of those in the past.