The House At The End

42 Lakeview Drive
The house down at the end is where we reside
It's old, but not so bad
The rent is low, for which we all are glad

My father and mother
Myself, the composer
Live among others
But rarely are bothered
It's far from perfect, but it's home

I am haunted by this music in my brain
An opus for the ages
But then
It rejects my page and pen

But that's life
In the house
At the end
Of Lakeview Drive