This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, <br />just hallways and closets. <br /> Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to <br />happen . . . Closets, you take things out of closets, <br />you put things into closets, and nothing happens . . . <br /> <br /> Why do you have such a strange house? <br /> <br /> I am the closet-man, I am either going or coming, and I <br />am never sad. <br /> <br /> But why do you have such a strange house? <br /> <br /> I am never sad . . .<br /><br />Russell Edson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reason-why-the-closet-man-is-never-sad/
