My house is now sold, and I've selected another,
I'm just waiting for solicitors to get it all together
Then I can pack up my life into neat little loads
And move forwards, with hope, into my next episode.
Yet I cannot settle, the whole house seems hostile
Like a lover abandoned without knowing why
When it was so much desired all those years past
A relationship that was doomed not to forever last.
I know all its quirks, its strange little ways
Yet much as I love it, I no longer want to stay.
Retirement beckons, I seek pastures new
But its new owners, I'm sure, will love it too.
They'll bring with them new life , decorations afresh
It will no longer be mine, but their new address.
I hope they'll be happy, that their dreams are all sweet
And mine also, in my 'twilight' retreat!
Eliza James
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