POETRY IN MOTION
It's Just a House
IT'S JUST A HOUSE
It's just a house, like any house
That you might see perchance,
Nothing special, nothing odd,
Not worth a second glance.
That's just one more suburban wife
In her suburban car,
Like any other one you'd see
Around here or afar.
That's just a child, like any child,
The sort you might ignore –
But did you ever see a child
That beautiful before?
Can you remember bluer eyes,
A more beguiling smile,
And have you ever seen before
A more angelic style?
I'm just a man, another man,
A stranger passing by.
A man she wouldn't look at twice.
She wouldn't see me cry.
She wouldn't look and wonder why
I walk away so sad.
And wouldn't know not long ago
She used to call me Dad.
/TCD
It's just a house, like any house
That you might see perchance,
Nothing special, nothing odd,
Not worth a second glance.
That's just one more suburban wife
In her suburban car,
Like any other one you'd see
Around here or afar.
That's just a child, like any child,
The sort you might ignore –
But did you ever see a child
That beautiful before?
Can you remember bluer eyes,
A more beguiling smile,
And have you ever seen before
A more angelic style?
I'm just a man, another man,
A stranger passing by.
A man she wouldn't look at twice.
She wouldn't see me cry.
She wouldn't look and wonder why
I walk away so sad.
And wouldn't know not long ago
She used to call me Dad.
/TCD
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It`s Just a House
It`s Just a House