The House Poem by Randy McClave

I watched the termites chewing on a piece of wood,
I then remembered, how strong this house once stood

The paint has peeled away, and the nails have turned to rust,
Now the foundation and the wood itself, has turned into dust

The windows all are broken the roof has blown away,
I remembered how protecting it once was, in its younger day

A house is like a body, alive when wanted and sought,
But, without a soul, it will crumple down and rot.

Randy L. McClave