A house is nothing but sticks and mud
The world around, though styles vary
Everything comes down with a thud
Relationships are the framing studs
Whether we sleep alone or marry
A house is nothing but sticks and mud
Built with money, or sweat and blood
A house, for now, is a place to tarry
Everything comes down with a thud
Home is a place where love can bud
Humility learning to laugh and carry
A house is nothing but sticks and mud
Dig down deep before the flood
Rushes through, life’s joy to parry
Everything comes down with a thud
A house may fall, but no home is a dud
The building was always extemporary
A house is nothing but sticks and mud
Everything comes down with a thud
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Month: August 2026
One generation shields another
Violence encroaches, hands reach out to smother
Yet one generation shields another