Life is like a room
Who do you let in
How do you furnish
How do you decorate
And at the end
You are not allowed
To keep anything
No matter how much
Or how little it cost,
Life is like a room
You can rent
Pretend to own
But your life
Is a loan
One day you will
Have to give back
But for now
Know
All you let in
Is the life you make;
A birdhouse
A garden
A dog
A cat
All that
Will not last.
Life is a room
to rent.
You can decide
What to let in
What to let out
But not when
You move in
Nor
Not when you
Finally move out.
Life is a room
Sometimes
With curtains
Sometimes
With a view
But it is always
A place you make
for you to live
And what you allow
Will allow you
To live.
What do you have
In your room?
Where is your hope
Where is the doom?
Everything is contained
In that room.
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I like it, but it leaves me a little sad. It feel fatalistic. Maybe I’m reading it wrong. I do like it, though.
thank you erich!I am glad you like this poem.I wrote it a while ago but while going through my posts found it went unpublished.. I think it just states the hard facts like the sayinv by alcoholic anonymous “Give me the power to change what i can and the wisdom to not what i can not”..or something like that..
we have power to change certain matters but not everything is under our control,but a lot is.
what is it that makes you sad exactly?
The temporary nature of our rented rooms. I guess.
yes but it also is the motivation for art ,poetry,literature,science,time is limited…but who knows?we might move into an even better room someday?nobody knows for sure…
That’s true. So much wasted time. Carpe diem! 🙂
ah, but what is wasted time?thinking and dreaming are also important!