Poems. The Little House On Pass Road.

There’s a little house on Pass Road,

That is much more than just a humble abode.

My friends call the little house home,

From its proverbial cellar to its proverbial dome.

With its little green shutters and inviting etched-glass front door,

It’s a reservoir of laughter, happy times, and so much more.

Though not an architectural work of art, a respite it is indeed.  

Because when life seems to fall apart, it senses every need. 

But as people change and houses too,

They all must stand in life’s busy queue.

And as life’s great clock twirls round and round,

Will the future give birth to something profound?

Perhaps yes, perhaps not,

But one thing’s for sure in life’s twisting plot.

The little house with shutters green, and etched glass front door,

Will be remembered for so much more.

And should it stand for years to come, its memories will not fade.

Memories of life, love, and passions…so fondly arrayed.

(A poem penned by Anthony Wayne Kalberg, April 5, 2020)