Worn and Tattered
written by: Glen Gales
A room without people is nothing at all
Just a floor and a ceiling surrounded by walls
The stuff in the room? Mere objects at best
They can’t be called things without someone’s interest
A heart without love is simply a pump
Its only real purpose the movement of blood
But a room full of laughter from hearts filled with joy?
That, dear poem reader… is so very much more
The objects are things now and some become treasures
The walls hold our secrets, our sorrows, our pleasures
A candle lit window for a loved one’s return
A parlour to rest in, a study to learn
A kitchen for stories and simmering pots
A bedroom for loving and dreaming when not
If the welcome mat laying outside your front door
Becomes worn and tattered by the ones you adore
Then no matter your riches you’re wealthy indeed
Take comfort, poem reader… you have all that you need
The grandest of castles or wee cottage small
It is family and friends that make homes of them all
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