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This house is mine,
But it is yours too
Yes, and you, and you
And you, and you.
(Oh, come now,
The rest of you too!)
I never understand
(some of) The memories that move around this house.
I gaze, I speak, I learn about them all,
And yet, that soldier at the door
Leaves me with more questions-
And of the answers I have, are they true?
No doubt about it, a friendly (but strict) figure
Is one I see,
And yet, dear man,
Is that all to thee?
Pray tell,
You jump at every bang, shatter, thud you hear
You seem uneasy in the nights, as if filled with fear.
You gaze forlornly out the poet’s window, a bitter gaze in your eye
If you could, would you cry?
New people in the house pique your suspicion,
You follow them around, as if it's your mission.
And I remember new year’s, too
The happy and excited sparks lit up the night
But I saw you there, and this hurts that it's true
You remained there, as the other's were out,
hiding in fright.
I said nothing as I left, dear man
My steps pushed me out of your sight
Though you might have seen me, for a second
Looking at you.
As you chat merrily with the others,
I ask of you:
Tell me, dear Grandpa,
Will you let me help you?