The roof is leaking
and the floorboards are creaking.
The windows are broken
and the walls are soaking.
The fire has gone out
and the mice are about.
No one is here but me
and there’s no food left to see
Money is all gone
and there’s nothing to pawn.
Loneliness is my only friend
and he only stays to condescend.
The 50 year old poet 
Very very good. Thank you
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Simple sadness!
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