Your House Was There
...transience in a throwaway age
Your house was there between two poplars
You were there, shooting baskets in the heat
The sun always shining on this carefree street
The paperboy pokey - sitting on the curb
With a bag of news and wiping his brow
Delivering news that means nothing now
Your house was there but it's not there now
A few cardboard boxes sit soaked on the lawn
To wind up recycled or resolved back to dust
Your house was there and now it is gone
The space left behind can be bought for a song
About the Creator
Michael Ugulini
Michael Ugulini is a writer specializing in short and feature-length business articles. He ghostwrites a daily U.S. stock newsletter. He also writes poetry. His interests include economics, literature, music, piano study & baseball.
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