Some people wander wherever the wind blows,
Watching the weather vane sputter and spin.
I've spent a lifetime just peering in windows,
Wondering whether I want to come in.
The sunlit days are everything.
When folks come to visit, I can't help but sing.
But it's a phase, and when it's gone.
I'm left here to shiver and sulk on the lawn.
Can't climb down the chimney; the roof is too tall,
And these castles I build in the air always fall.
Is a fire in the hearth such a faraway dream?
I cannot let it go.
Now the ties that I banked on are all on the rocks,
And it's kind of like building with alphabet blocks,
Every single community, rafter to beam,
Eventually brought low.
Look to the future; there's time left to labor.
While I've no roommate, I look to my neighbor.

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