My Home Is My Castle? Poem by Victor Sklyarov
My Home Is My Castle?
Rating: ★4.8
I have a shabby castle of my own.
It is my home.
I must admit it’s only a flat
And, frankly speaking, it’s not mine at that.
My flat’s a ruin – no repairs
Were made in twenty five odd years
The only things bought by me here
Are books and the computer gear.
The time has come, I am so told
The whole house’s being sold!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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4/24/2024 5:52:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Every home is like a castle be it big or small.......though sad to hear it is going to be sold........nay! what a life, you have spent decades with great memories on that house...........10++++++++