It's falling down, the paint has
vanished.
The years have beaten it down.
The weathered look, the scares
of old.
Inside its walls what does it hold?
A troddened down path where
wild flowers grow.
The smell of wild jasmine fills
the air.
A broken down shanty in the
middle of nowhere.
If you look closely you will see
a sign hanging over the door.
~~~Don't let the way I look
~~~on the outside keep you
~~~away. You are welcomed
~~~inside to take a look~~~
Come on in, your on the outside
looking in.
Stay awhile we will talk of how
you've been.
We will share a story or two.
Places we have seen, and how
life has been.
Inside these walls, is ageless
beauty, where youth remains
within.
Where love lives and is
nourished by laughter and
friends.
Outside these walls, the shanty
shows wear and tare of years.
Everyday it's changing as the
paint slowly disappears.
While your on the outside looking
in.
You will find the inside filled with a
loving heart, looking back at you.
So come on in........
written by: Paula aka Angel of Love
September 6, 2003
