Mansion

The mansion of my soul
has many a room, some are bright,
so filled with light and cheer,
some are filled with darkness, gloom,
and as the days, like beaded pearls,
are slowly strung, from room to room
my consciousness does pass along,
in some I linger for a while,
their quiet, happy atmosphere
does me beguile,
in others I feel frightened and alone,
and thus I spend my counted days,
till my life's mansion turns to dust
and broken stone.....

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz