Room To Live

Clutter, clutter everywhere

Not a place to stand

Where to tread without fear

Of tripping, overhand

 

Can’t place my feet without regret

For crushing under foot

Some prized possession or still yet

Another gift kaput

 

I dream of space where basically

The rooms bid empty welcome

And corridors give passage free

Of rammel’s invasive kingdom.

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