Wednesday, 17 March 2010

The guest

I invited a guest into my house;
Asked him to sit in the place of honour;
But my guest never left;
Now he has made my home his own.
A poet

1 comment:

  1. How strange! The same thing happened to me years ago with Sophia, with composers and lots of other guests. My house is very crowded now but I do not complain. I do not complain at all, Nice.