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Room
Life is like a room.Many people enter and leave.
You make place for some,
Others break and enter.
Some are trapped inside,
While others only get a view from the window.
Some people visit more often than others,
Some stay longer,
While others walk in and out.
Some get thrown out eventually,
Others slam the door
And leave cracks on their way out.
And when you're sure they'll never return,
You look at the empty spaces they left behind,
And wonder if they are worth filling up again.
Sometimes the room is empty and wasted
And you regret letting people leave.
Sometimes it's so full you wish
You hadn't let so many people in.
Sometimes there isn't enough space for everyone
And they get in each others way.
So you want to break down and reconstruct
Or redecorate at least.
But you never know whether
The room can withstand constant renovation.
You're afraid it may crumble and fall,
At the very mention of a cement truck!
You don't even know who will be around
To build it or break it.
Maybe it's not up to you.
After all, you don't own the room.
You don't even know who keeps the keys!
Someday you might gain the keys
Or pick the lock.
In either case, make sure
You reread those papers before signing any
Full time contracts or part time leases
Or permanent eviction certificates.
Cos there's no telling
Who may hold up that main pillar
Or who could let go of that loose tile.
Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2008-02-09 at 19:48
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