Fix the House
Aged tile, it’s time for new,
Start by ripping up the floor,
That is all you wish to do,
Things go wrong, you crack the door.
Door it matches cabinet,
Out of style to replace,
How we squirm and dab in it,
Stay or move to a new place.
Staying seems the saner plan,
‘Til the walls start screaming loud,
“We’re all blue, please, paint us tan”,
“Or, cover us with dingy shroud”!
Other walls with paper on,
Say, “We’ll clash, the eye won’t catch”-
“With bold new color you must don”,
“Us now, or sooner strike a match”.
Eight months in with projects fresh,
With every move one more will sprout,
This house demands its pound of flesh,
I see it now, there’s no way out!
Call “the man” or plumber in,
Fix the leak and patch the wall,
Some future day we’ll sit and grin,
And, finally say, “We love it all”!
Peter Lowell Paulson
June 4, 2021
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