Losing the Lease

A short rhymer. jrs

The only home I’ve ever known
Is this body in which I’ve grown.
Like any house, it sometimes needs repair
And you can’t get parts just anywhere.
It’s a miracle of gut and brain,
Of bone and sinew that sadly wane.
So when the mortgage payments cease
We all must surely give up our lease.

(Mexico sunrise: the poet)

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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6 Responses to Losing the Lease

  1. casi mimbu hedrick says:

    such truth you speak love casi

  2. Ruth Langlois says:

    Indeed! But not just yet…please…

  3. John Allen says:

    This hits home. I think its one of your best. Be well, my old friend

  4. Jim Stewart says:

    Hey! Who you calling old!? 🙂

  5. TasView says:

    Lovely poem, I’ve never thought of having rented my body before. Got me thinking, if only we could go to the tailor and get a new birthday suit made 😀

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