THE GATEHOUSE WILLIES
Covering a gatehouse for the last two weeks,
Discovering memory fails us in what we seek…
It is so small,
It is loud whenever one speaks!
Two adults in that tight space,
One must always give place…
To the other,
It’s a bother
Tomorrow’s my last day,
Then the “new guy” will stay…
With more room
To arrange things better his way!
I always will go back,
Even with dead train tracks…
For a period slight
It was MY SITE,
But that was twelve years ago, to the day…!
NOTE: Not sure it was to the exact day of today….but that rhymes better! It WAS about twelve years ago!