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S-O-L-D

August 1, 2022
By Lemon-drop BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
Lemon-drop BRONZE, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
“I am not lost, for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.” - Winnie-the-Pooh


Mist of the Earth mixed in my eyes and made 

The world a blur

As water poured down my cheek and found comfort in my eyelashes

How do you say goodbye to something that was meant to last


Out on the roof, you could see it all

The road where friends drove away

The ditch that would flood

The hill for sledding

And the garden filled with mud


The for-sale sign in the front yard

The words underneath that would tilt the world off its axis and make the skies weep

In bright letters and font the life-altering sorrowful word to take it all

SOLD


 A promise to another to take what isn’t disposable

To fix the creaking board in the kitchen

To fill the garden with thorns

 And paint everything over in a layer of beige 


Have strangers walk in the hallways evaluating the worth

Saying things like ‘this will need to go’

Failing to notice the price of the memories and loss mourned into the walls  


And out on the roof is the only place unchanged

The only source of comfort when there is a constant need to getaway

As the shingles become slicker that you feel the need to almost slip, slip away

As the skies roar in discomfort over one four-letter word


Too late now I guess

There’s nothing now to be done

Just take your life and stuff it in the brown paper boxes 

Put it into a truck to rot and crust


And hope the rats can find some comfort

And make a home

And nibble and chew to help with the digestion

That the life that was meant to last is gone


The sky starts to shake and yell stomp its feet

But can’t it tell it's too late


‘Should try to go back inside now

The trucks are coming in fast with their sirens blaring

Flying down the road in a hurry

They have places to be


And the lights getting darker now

It’s getting harder to see now

I wish I could close my eyes now


And that the skies could just clear so I could see the sunset

Is that too much to ask


What would it matter anyway though

It's already packed up

And on the road


Watching my life go by in a whirl

And I can see from the truck

As the sky finally gives up

And falls


The author's comments:

A poem I wrote in 8th grade after selling my house. Written January 23, 2020.


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