Poem: The House Where We All Live

The House Where We All Live

There's an old child's swing set on the lawn

And an ivied wall cured by the years

A neckerchiefed spaniel patrols the swamp

And drinks from the garden through the year

There are many rooms, and many floors

There’s a billion up, and a billion down

I'm not sure that God knows we're all here

Most nights He keeps to Himself

There's a Widow's Wing and an Unloved Wing

On the Unwanted Floor towards the rear

Many times, I’ve tried to memorise their names

But no sooner one leaves, than another appears

There once were verses all down the walls

But they soon got replaced with explicit cartoons

There are lipstick marks on all of our collars

And the sign on the gate reads 'Come back soon'

We all do our best to keep it clean

But tired guys’ minds get like a sieve

Sometimes it's a little hard to sleep at night

In the house where we all live

Now and then, when I walk the grounds at dawn

I hear the sound of far off bells

As my feet sink slowly into the reeds

I dream of being somewhere else

So, why don’t you, next time you’re in town

Just ring the bell, and I'll let you in

No-one ever really needs directions

They just ask for the house where we all live

Ma, I wish you could see this moment

Ma, I wish you could see this moment

I wish you could all see this moment