Lost In The Not Fun House: Ode To Relationships With Men

At St. Helen’s

Too many rooms and not enough room for us

Too much disarray and not enough rays of light

Too much clutter and not enough puttering around home

Too much running around, not enough homeward bound.

So much tossing out the trash

But never ever cleaning it up

Too much hustle, and never a moment for joy

Not enough smelling of the roses, never the time to bend.

Our life, our lives are lost in the big, big house

Too much stifle and not enough breath for us

Too much that does not move, and always moving too much

Too little time for affection and not enough touch

Too much dismay and just not enough, enough.

If you could have touched me and put that first

If you could have loved me, if I had been your thirst

If you could have seen that I had all the love to give

If you could have let yourself and me live, live!

I was lost in the not fun house

And I could not get out

I was lost in the not fun house

And that’s what this poem is all about.

cailin raine