I’m an old house
Creeks and cracks and moans
Rigid and dry are my bones
Stubbornly flexing with the seasons
Sway, settle, groan

I’m an old house
My chimney spews smoke and fumes
You can see floating like clouds
On a cold winter’s day
Rise, billow, drift

I’m an old house
Who needs a makeover
To accommodate the wonders
Of the modern world
Buy, own, loan

I’m an old house
Designs break like tea cups
upon the brick and mortar
Of my immobile chimney
Drop, crumble, crash

I’m an old house
My limitations proudly parade
Nakedly around the rooms
Undeterred by the open windows
Look, linger, lust

I’m an old house
Let’s tear the chimney down
Rebuild from the ground up
Open up the walls and breathe
Bury, build, renew

I’m an old house
The chimney shall remain.
A new soul is not desired
My old soul binds me to this world
Live, love, life