Moving house, ain’t that strange?
‘Cos it’s everything else that’s involved in the change
Of residence
Come what will, the house stays still.
Our house is a chaotic scene
Like a poorly managed campsite
You wonder will it ever be empty and clean
Set aright
We’re
working flat out and the house stays still.
So much accumulation – who knew? When will we ever get through Sorting and sifting? The boxes we fill. The house stays still
in size
For twenty-three years it was here we stayed We have loved this house so dearly Now the time has come, we’ve paid our dues Sadly, we move on, but the house stays still.
PS Apologies! What you see is not poetic licence, but gremlins in the alignment ! :(
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