The House of my Father

Though my father's house has many rooms,
I shall slumber in the hall,
For when I'm gone, my bones entombed,
I'll need no cell in which to loll

Through degrees of glory, I'll ascend,
Of narcissism I shall dispose,
All wretched deeds, I shall amend,
Of joy and light I'll be composed

My fathers house has many rooms,
But I'll make my bed beside the door,
For my Father's lit my hours of gloom,
So I'm content upon the floor

Reviews

[The Addict]

This was very touching, thankyou for sharing, very cleverly written, good write!

[£15 + A S**t BJ]

Class last 2 lines, nice poem, gary kitching approves