Friday, 28 December 2012

The Builder

I've built a house of brick and stone,
A house that I can call my own,
With gardens at both front and rear,
And all the best of modern gear.
The site is past the twelfth milestone,
Beside a field that's overgrown,
Although this fact is unbeknown,
I've built a house.

Alone, I laid the cornerstone
And since that day, the time has flown,
From weeks to months and then a year,
The final stone was laid with cheer
And though my joints with pains do groan,
I've built a house.