Leak Poem by soren Barrett

There's a hole in the roof through which the weather gets in
Drips from an outside storm falling in a basin of tin
It's left a stain of rusted rain running in rivulets before they fall
A song of what's wrong drumbeats measured in each metallic call

A leak has left the timber weak rotting the wood
A creak by the streak on timber once good
Dark spot that shows dry rot, form tempests and showers
A beam once strong that won't last long, days or hours

Rain and sun enter as one, through a hole where a roof had been
damage neglected becomes disaster expected as all falls in