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We Built A Mansion
Born from many of my dreams
Built by the sweat of my brow
With the help of my father/'/s
Know how
The basement stands so tall and proud
Most of the worlds business goes on down there
Not so loud but always a crowd
Movers and shakers
Deals being done
You can find all kinds there
Even the Quakers
The hardcore moneymakers
As you walk up the stairs
The air is so much cleaner there
Made to admire
Nothing for sale or to acquire
Beautifully furnished
So serene, always clean
Just there to tour
And nothing more
A walk up the other stairs
Is a sight to see
Only for my family and me
I share the space
With my mom and pop
It/'/s so big, all the kids
Come to play, skip and hop.
There is even a kitchen
Way up top
All kinds of cookies and candies
Even the kids gum drops
I try not to be mean
But I/'/m a stickler
So it must be kept really clean
Up into the attic
It/'/s so peaceful and serene
I often go there
You know, just to be free
There is a stairway
That leads to a locked door
Only God has its key
No, not even me.
Only the chosen can open the door
Once you walk up those stairs
Open the door
You can/'/t come back anymore
My father last November
Walked those same stairs
God gave him the key
Sometimes I wish it was me
Gone for now
He followed the light
Off to a better place
His future forever
Shall shine bright



Dedicated to my father........ 6/4/34 to 11/7/15
From a calming dream I often have. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 378 [topic] => 21 [informant] => jamesstockdale [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
We Built A Mansion

Contributed by jamesstockdale on Thursday, 3rd November 2016 @ 12:42:36 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems





We Built A Mansion
Born from many of my dreams
Built by the sweat of my brow
With the help of my father/'/s
Know how
The basement stands so tall and proud
Most of the worlds business goes on down there
Not so loud but always a crowd
Movers and shakers
Deals being done
You can find all kinds there
Even the Quakers
The hardcore moneymakers
As you walk up the stairs
The air is so much cleaner there
Made to admire
Nothing for sale or to acquire
Beautifully furnished
So serene, always clean
Just there to tour
And nothing more
A walk up the other stairs
Is a sight to see
Only for my family and me
I share the space
With my mom and pop
It/'/s so big, all the kids
Come to play, skip and hop.
There is even a kitchen
Way up top
All kinds of cookies and candies
Even the kids gum drops
I try not to be mean
But I/'/m a stickler
So it must be kept really clean
Up into the attic
It/'/s so peaceful and serene
I often go there
You know, just to be free
There is a stairway
That leads to a locked door
Only God has its key
No, not even me.
Only the chosen can open the door
Once you walk up those stairs
Open the door
You can/'/t come back anymore
My father last November
Walked those same stairs
God gave him the key
Sometimes I wish it was me
Gone for now
He followed the light
Off to a better place
His future forever
Shall shine bright



Dedicated to my father........ 6/4/34 to 11/7/15
From a calming dream I often have.




Copyright © jamesstockdale ... [ 2016-11-03 12:42:36]
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Re: We Built A Mansion (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 4th November 2016 @ 04:26:10 AM AEST
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Wow, what a damn wonderful write! I was right there with you, on the tour you were guiding.

A very bittersweet write. A little adventure of happy thoughts with that damn sad twist at the end. Yet, with a touch of positivity.

My dad died when I was a child. I was angry for freaking years, much of my young life that he went too soon. I felt my prayers were not answered but learned as I matured, I guess, that he did become well, just not the way a child believed he should be well. Death is hard for me to handle as well, however, I do believe they go to a better place and are alright.

Thanks for a great read.

Tim


Re: We Built A Mansion (User Rating: 1 )
by duff on Saturday, 5th November 2016 @ 02:03:23 PM AEST
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A touching tribute. One full of warmth and a write to be proud of.


Re: We Built A Mansion (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Saturday, 5th November 2016 @ 11:37:33 PM AEST
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Great dedication
"only the chosen can open the door."


Re: We Built A Mansion (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 6th November 2016 @ 10:26:27 AM AEST
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My new personal favourite from you. A well-executed write and masterful storytelling.
All those stairs throughout that lead to different places meshed well with the highs and lows of emotion in this poem.

Good luck tomorrow. Many positive vibes to you.


~Scorp


Re: We Built A Mansion (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Wednesday, 9th November 2016 @ 10:09:15 PM AEST
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A bittersweet journey you have taken us on.We are coming to face our own destiny while those who depart keep coming closer to our ranks. I used to ignore death; now I am grateful when it ignores me!
You have a gift for immersing yourself in others. It has never shone more graciously than in this remembrance, as genuine as a handshake with the reader. Who could not be touched? We have only begun to see the best you have to offer as a writer--I hope you will continue to share your stories, and warm our hearts. softerware




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