My New House

I get up at 6.00am and I begin to clean the house,

People think I'm crazy but they don't know what it's all about,

They didn't see the place that I used to call home,

Where I didn't invite people over too embarrassed to be a host,

Just a normal semi or atleast that's what you might think,

But to me it is a palace the new home in which I live,

I would never take this house for granted so to myself I made promise,

To always look after it and keep it clean so I will always be proud of it,

So even when I'm really tired on the days I do not want to clean,

I remind myself that this time last year cleaning this house would have been my dream!

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keith jeffries

Fri 2nd Nov 2018 13:37

Kirsty,

I am able to relate to this delightful poem as I have led a very peripatetic existence and it is only now that I have put down my roots, so to speak, at the age 0f 70. I value this new found abode and care for it greatly, with hours spent pruning plants and polishing old wooden furniture.

This is a special poem as it comes from the heart.

Thank you

Keith

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