The Wares of our Deception


Abandoned house

Sits on a hill

Built long ago

Are there memories that dwelleth still?

Modest furniture

Much in disrepair

A family gone away

Leaves no laughter there

An owner spent money

Upgrades to a sorrowful house

Neither spending time with the children

Neither spending time with the spouse

This house was his castle

Attributing higher value to it than his kin

A bewitchment of the devil?

The misguided instruction from narcissistic whim?

The wares of our deception

Account for much of the blame

Whom will take any account?

Whom will take any shame?

DCG