Ramshackle
A Poem
Published in
Mar 30, 2024
Some mornings I wake up
like a ramshackle house
on a deserted piece of land
in the middle of nowhere
I have a solid foundation,
but the years of just being
have taken their toll and
left me in a state of disrepair
And I don’t necessarily look
like I am about to fall down
but the years are just weighing
on me like a soaking wet coat
I don’t know if it’s a case of
poor construction or the
years of weather anomalies
that has me so bedraggled
So I creak and bend to rise
and face the morning sun
only to realize that it’s not
me, that is so ramshackle,
it is the rest of the world
© Jonathan Greene 2024
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