House of Cards

Written at 23, Dublin, Ireland

There is another man

who stacks his house of cards so high

Empty plan on empty plan

he aims toward an empty sky.

And every now and then,

when he sees a little change in weather

He'll hop down from his house of cards

and start to nail them all together.

And when he sees the danger gone,

he goes on building, on and on

ever upward - out of sight

Who can match his dizzy height?

Alas, the day will surely come

when all the cards have rot away,

he'll look down on his house of nails

and know just why I keep away.

Reviews

[not here]

Hmm... very interesting tale, C.R.
I'm sitting here with my fingers musing at my chin, in contemplation.
(one of those nails must have caught my sleeve!..)
Thanks for sharing.

(I hope to get back to you once I've mulled this over)

[PP]

Wow!!!!!!!!

[C.R.Turner]

Wowow!!!!! :)

[Joel Junior]

nice poem!!!
congratulations for bagging the 3rd place
at the last so you think you can write season 3 by poetry rep

[C.R.Turner]

Wow! Thank you my friend!!!! I didn't even know I had entered! Lol