the rustic house beside
the road lost all appeal
uneasiness of the little
old man could not be concealed
doors sagged from rusty hinges
holes patched with tin
the roof was filled with decay
with rain seeping in
what a sight for all to see
his house had to go
not surviving any more
the old mans distress
workmen came to
destroy his mess
so sad to see
as the workers set the tone
swinging the boom
the house was gone
staring at the dusty heap
tears creeping down his cheeks
afraid to be free
sluggishly he crossed the road
a trailer was his new abode
passively he walked around
no happiness is found
but later that day he died
with a smile on his face