House Of Remorse Poem by michael Smajda

House Of Remorse



Oh, if only I had built a better home,
Even the weakest pig could not blow away,
And had filled every room with greater love,
I would not feel as much guilt as I do today.

But, now, this house remains as a testimonial
To all the goodness that could have been
In lieu of any unhappiness hid from street view.
This house is now vacant till new lovers move in.

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