House of Cards

Magpie # 29

You could weave a bamboo hut and place it on sand before the sea.

Or nail a wood frame in a thicket amongst the trees.

You could plant a home, like corn, in a prairie's breeze.

Or lay a brick by brick fortress on a mount for all to see.

But, if there is no love that there in resides,

the rooms may be full, but loneliness will abide.

For a house of cards is like an old fool and his gin,

a sad game of solitaire where no one wins.