Heart in need of repairs...by jude kyrie

My heart is tired and damaged
like the old ramshackle
English cottage I grew up in. 

The stairs creak on every tread
the rising dampness
attacks the walls.
The electric wiring has no logic.

Yet a  pot of chicken soup
is simmering on the old stove.
it’s not as tidy as it should be.
Perhaps I should clean it up soon.

It’s a lovely old place
to look at
From the outside.

But its not a place
That I should invite
People into.
Well not anyone
special that is.