Out in the paddock I’m near naked
My dilapidated state shocks passers-by.
Once a handsome house with two chimneys,
my grand rooms sheltered my family, who in turn
lovingly furnished me and were joyful in my presence.
No-one lives here now, my windows and doors are bare
an old arm-chair remains among the rubble
parts of me have fallen away completely.
Rarely someone will stop, look around, feel my presence,
keep me company for a while, before leaving to reach their destination