They are taking things away,
From the brick house on the corner,
In the skip and removal truck today.
The rooms have lost their furniture:
The cupboards their cutlery and crockery.
They have taken it all away.
The books are off the shelf:
The computers are all logged out,
But not in the skip and removal truck.
In the garden where there were flowers,
Tall green weeds have now overgrown:
But they are taking all these away.
I worked at the house today
Carrying outside assorted bric-a-brac
Into the skip and removal truck.
The house appeared to me weeping
Because it had lost everything.
They had taken it all away
In the skip and removal truck today.
- 11 February 2020. (revised) .
Some time I sit in my chair and look around the room......my books, pictures, computer and i pad.....your poem paints a vivd and dismal picture....some day all will end in a trash!
All of the items you mention were part and parcel of the house's character. But your possessions need not end up as trash. I did not want to paint a dismal picture, but rather, evoke nostalgia. Thanks for your comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michael, Nice poem, so very true. Reminded me of my poem - Blue Dipsty Dumpster. To My Poem List. An Outstanding " 10" .