FOR SALE - AS IS
"For Sale - As
Is," read the realtor's ad,
Home, Magnificent View,
Private and Secluded!"
With interest, I approached the
Neglected, of course, and run-down,
spiders, mouse tracks and mice,
And layers of dust all
The realtor said she was 'sorry,'
had not seen this place before,
Her orders had come in the
"Sell the house - as is" ... nothing more.
Distaste for the place showed on her
But I smiled and said, "I've seen worse,"
haven't," she said, with disgust,
Her voice sarcastic and terse.
Wainscoting and woodwork - yellowed with
Hand-carved banisters - broken and cracked,
moaning and groaning under our weight,
Brass fixtures - discolored and
But all around, clues could be found
This once was a house that was prime,
Though it had had no loving care,
For a very long, long time,
A grand staircase swept up from
Elaborate in marble and teak,
Time and grime may have
stolen its shine,
But there it stood ... still proud and
Then next a great room with huge
Surely a ballroom meant for a dance,
musty and dusty,
Yet displaying an old elegance.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling,
Though archaic, it welcomed the light,
It gleamed a bit when the
Thus proving it still had a life.
I closed my eyes and saw ladies in
And men in full dress, bowing low,
I heard a lively
tune that filled the room,
And caught myself tapping my
I saw children on the banisters,
heard them giggle sliding by,
I saw them racing one another
Up the stairs for one more try.
The pictures in my mind persisted,
This abandoned place was once a home,
Love, warmth, and cheer one time
Though now it was cold and alone.
"I'll take the house!" I blurted out,
The realtor was struck dumb,
"Yes, I know what I am doing!"
stood there, startled and stunned.
The price was right; the deed was
My name went on the dotted line,
We shook hands; she
left in haste,
I guess for fear I'd change my mind.
I looked about and made a vow,
swore I would revive this place,
Too much still alive in
Not time to go or be replaced.
I had the needed tools to use,
and water ... and elbow grease,
But most of all what I
Was a wondrous dream that would not cease.
From laughing children on a
To dancing feet on polished floors,
curtains at big windows,
To sunshine streaming in
The poor realtor no way could see
same house that I saw,
She only used her eyes to look,
she could not see it all.
Thus, to see things best, I must
One employ all one's faculties,
Not just one's eyes
to look around,
But use one's heart to fully see.
Copyright January 2010