Under the Shade of a
Roof
Under the shade of
the roof
live the dead and the living.
The living has gone away.
Perhaps the dead are still living there,
an Impression of the image.
The living have found their shade abroad
and may never come back to the land of the dead.
The purpose of a house is to sing the song of the dead.
Who will hear it, how and when,
No one knows.
The house will be gone as sure as the time's command.
The roof will have flown away.
Sentimentality is a vagary,
and the products of vagaries never stay.
And yet the songs will be sung, set to music and fade away.
live the dead and the living.
The living has gone away.
Perhaps the dead are still living there,
an Impression of the image.
The living have found their shade abroad
and may never come back to the land of the dead.
The purpose of a house is to sing the song of the dead.
Who will hear it, how and when,
No one knows.
The house will be gone as sure as the time's command.
The roof will have flown away.
Sentimentality is a vagary,
and the products of vagaries never stay.
And yet the songs will be sung, set to music and fade away.
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