There is a street in every town that owns a house <br />called lonely. Then when your just passing by you might <br />just say, 'if only. <br />If only could mean a life time of thoughts but it does'nt cure <br />a lonely house and all its faults. <br />Boarded up windows and tiles gone from the roof, graffiti <br />painted by a rebelious youth. <br />Such a lonely house and an oh such a tired one, <br />one that has lost all it's fun. <br />Stairs and rafters all gone to pot all that is left <br />is wood worm and dry rot. <br />No children playing in the garden, it's just a house condemend <br />by the council without no pardon. Poor lonely house someones <br />forgotton dream, now describing lifes social scene. <br />This lonely house stands in the way because their building <br />a By Pass or a new motorway. <br />The house called lonely could be any where, in the town, the <br />country or city square. <br />Even in your street there's a house called lonely just waiting <br />for you to say 'if only'<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-house-called-lonely-a-trilogy-in-three-parts/
