Wallpaper Shredded
The walls in my old house were once lovely;
papered throughout in designer wallpaper;
decades of life; made those walls became ugly;
painting them all would be a great favor.
It had been my home; which bore my face;
always making a very good impression;
wallpaper, now old; had become a disgrace;
shredded and worn in every direction
A house was created as a home for life;
it was to become its primary role;
a body, created to be a husband or wife;
the body is the house for the soul.
As a house begins to show wear and tear;
the same, in our body, is true;
all storms in life are difficult to bear;
the old must be made new.
Many judge only by outside appearance;
not bothering to look within;
both inside and outside are in coherence;
a foundation, where they begin.
Only so many repairs can be made;
until every house falls into ruin;
appearance has always been a charade;
death, itself, enters each room.
Next to the thought of losing my wife;
old age was what I most dreaded;
once death had taken the love of my life;
I’ve become wallpaper, shredded.
Monty 8/22/24. # 2,288