This House Cannot Contain Me Poem by Paula Glynn

My importance and ego is too big for this house
These four walls and several nostalgic rooms
Can only be cleaned a number of times
Until the surfaces are clutter and dust-free
Until the washing dishes in the kitchen are done
And it all begins again with the morning sun
A woman who if only had a life finally begun.

There is certainly order and routine
Two vitally important lessons to learn
But I have learnt my harsh lessons now
I will escape this empty house somehow
I will be released from the domestic house
Even from problems and domestic abuse
An unfortunate walk of life that does painfully confuse.

I will see the vast and exciting vibrant wide world
I will sing my fabulous songs and always be heard
I will always be larger than life itself with wealth
And in every conversation have the wise last word
The world always knowing my important name
My life about musical magic and respectable fame
Standing on the shining stage where I never age.

I travel throughout the complex world of people
From airplanes, buses, boats and trains
My real self being confident, realistic and sane
My social reputation and general opinions safe
Where I need never hide inside a too small house
Where I never need yelling at or suffering a violent fist
My body guards as strong as Muhammad Ali.