This week we have the title and first line of Merle Haggard's country song
Life's like Poetry
~ Abandoned Houses ~
In some kind of persistent love-hate quest
I keep looking for them when on the road,
I’m drawn to them. Forsaken, forgotten,
Abandoned – they work their rusty magic,
The old spell of deterioration.
They pull me into their orbit of words
Once spoken, echoes of laughter and cries,
And the silent footsteps of time gone by.
Their empty eyes, their souls open to winds,
Their drafty hollowness – speak poetry.
They’re like an ode to ghosts of the past -
Life’s transient visitors, turned to dust.
I love poetry, but I prefer life.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur