House divorce
I married this house forty years ago
Neither of us looking better for age
My knees are buckling and so are the gutters
The time has arrived when both leave the stage.
Give me a warm nursing home
Where draughts are excluded by law
Find me an agent who will rid me for good
Of this ramshackle old bungalow.
It’s windows mirror my eyes
Stained by weather and rain
It’s trusses splutter and mutter
Like my stomach after the mains.
The house it needs a new owner
The body it needs a new soul
Both have long journeyed together
Divorce is the only way now.
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