What do you see on the outside
A white house with a deck
On a carpet of lawn
Raking the leaves
And waving as the neighbors pass by
An old pick up truck and a tired old shed
Empty chairs in the front
And the back yard
A cold morning breeze
The first days of winter write the sky
And you’d never suspect that this scene
Isn’t from a painting
Old Norman Rockwell
A magazine cover
Americana in a New England town
Green paint peeling from the door
A few shingles missing
And the garden all weeds
And a long hedge grows the house
Wears it like a long evening gown
But the comfort seen on the outside
Stays on the outside it seems
The yard reflects
Heart of hearth and home
But it’s not really what I feel inside
Most of the pictures now live inside cardboard
A broken guitar instead of
Songs to sing
Did the rest of me follow on the
Cold day the music died
The days are now filled with memories
Some were from good times
Enjoying friends and family
But I can’t seem to
Find reason to smile anymore
And when the suns coming up
There are tears coming down
And misting my view of the world
And that’s what you’ll find
If you look
Behind the green door
©MM

I really like your writes and you will smile again,we all do manage to get through it somehow

don't let someone else ruin an otherwise perfect day...please???
thank you for sharing your beautiful words...brenda

your poem touched my heart thank you

Ohhhhhhhhh Smile for thier is so much beauty around,,, hugs to you,,,,