THROUGH A BROKEN WINDOW

Through a broken window
Covered with dirt and cobwebs
And from within an empty house
Crumbling and derelict 
Even the bleakest landscape
Can look fine and good

When the water runs in
Through the sagging old roof
It makes the rain outside
Seem healthier and clean
So that drafts blowing through
Cracked and buckling walls
Make the harshest winds
Feel kind and warm

Because when the interior
Is so desolate and empty
It makes the worst of the world
Seem pretty much good enough
So why bother to change
Anything at all

          By Phil Roberts