Misspent Life Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

A clean house is a sign of misspent life,
A revealing truth, brighter shines with Time,
Detachment well prolonged, aloof from strife,
Not harnessed, free to eat out, free to chime;

A clean house is a sign of misspent life,
When days of youth thus dwindle, like burnt papers,
Reduced to heaps of clothes, a pale housewife,
Oft pangs-stricken, feeling woe of Never's;

A clean house is a sign of misspent life,
When stars fall through dark nights so beautiful,
All facets then exposed when fears are rife,
She glitters in life's endless ritual.

The soul is weary with its load of bags,
Where wasps still dart in margins of my mind;
The broad-leaved lilies, 'tis now hard to find,
No gold-fish in pond chasing my heart's flags.

May 14th,2015.