Array ( [sid] => 178248 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => THIS HOUSE WILL NEVER TELL [time] => 2014-05-01 21:01:51 [hometext] => [bodytext] => this side of the house is very cold
it is the side that never gets the sun
it has kept a secret that it must hold
a secret it will share with none

it is in life that we marvel at death
whispering about it in sleeping ears
it will come to pass when we are laid to rest
the arrival of the sum of many fears

i'm anticipating when the first frost will show
i am expecting all of the rains
i am not ready for the weight of the snow
for it will cause my roof to cave again

i see that the leaves have begun to turn
and it seems that fall is all around
too early in the season to make a fire burn
even though i long for the smell and sound

i will stay for a time at this southern window
staring at the edge where shadows once fell
waiting for the secret, as i hear the wind blow
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THIS HOUSE WILL NEVER TELL
Date: Thursday, 1st May 2014 @ 09:01:51 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: hray42
this side of the house is very cold
it is the side that never gets the sun
it has kept a secret that it must hold
a secret it will share with none

it is in life that we marvel at death
whispering about it in sleeping ears
it will come to pass when we are laid to rest
the arrival of the sum of many fears

i'm anticipating when the first frost will show
i am expecting all of the rains
i am not ready for the weight of the snow
for it will cause my roof to cave again

i see that the leaves have begun to turn
and it seems that fall is all around
too early in the season to make a fire burn
even though i long for the smell and sound

i will stay for a time at this southern window
staring at the edge where shadows once fell
waiting for the secret, as i hear the wind blow
but the secret never comes, as this house will never tell...

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