A house to write for
When the dust will settle,
doors will be left open
for all those who wish to leave.
Only the members of the house would stay
and the guests would lose their place.
Frivolity would be at the very least.
At that hour will the fire burn at the mantlepiece,
and joy would enlighten the house.
Happiness and sorrow will both be shared
amongst the ones who will care about.
Then at the end of the night
when all would have known family,
will I share my favourite poem.
Knowing that they will not require any explanation
shall I end my verses written during contemplation.