THE LITTLE ROOM
Redecorating a room,It had felt empty far to long.
Almost as though,
it didn't belong.
Unwanted unloved abused,
Filled with things never used.
Left dormant curtains closed,
Not a hated room just unused.
Yet the room had no desire,
To be anything else.
It didn't wish to be,
In a different house.
It had finally been awoken,
From it's dark and dreary life.
Room emptied from many things,
At Christmas time it felt like spring.
The room got it's wish,
New curtains table and chairs.
Now it could live happy used,
At this Joyous time of year.
No longer,
Unwanted unloved abused.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-12-24 at 10:57
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