There are skeletons in my closet
And they're scratching at the door
They want to come and play with me
Just like they have before
I open the door and say to them
In no uncertain terms
'I want you to go live somewhere else
You're keeping me awake'!
They look at me bewildered
With their sunken socket eyes
And then I see their mood brightens
With their fiendish toothless grins
'We cannot relocate, my dear
We are yours and yours alone'
'But surely there must be skeletons
In other people's homes? '
'Just think what might have happened
If we no longer stayed...'
'Oh I do...I so often do...
I wish that you would just go away! '
'But my dear', they say with sorrow
'If we no longer remained
Then you might have soon forgotten
Along the path of life you came'
'And without us to remind you
Of mistakes along the way
You might have ventured off your course
And wound up in dismay'
'Without us to remind you dear
I'm sure that you can see
That you may have taken
More wrong turns
And ended up like me'
'Or me'!
'Or me'!
'Or me'!
I pondered what they had said to me
As I gently shut the door
Perhaps they had a point...
For each skeleton in my closet
Was a mistake I no longer make...
I agreed to let them stay with me
If they would grant me peace
And stop that infernal racket
And let me get some sleep.
Dee Daffodil (H.W) Nov 03/06
Dee Daffodil
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