The Vase is Gone

I was 42 when I bought this ruin,

Most friends suggested a torch.

My youthful energy rebuilt two stories,

A deck and a brand new porch.

Eagle screams and howling winds,

Became music to my ears;

Comfy in my house still perched,

On this bluff for a hundred years.

Decades, in a matter of minutes,

Passed by in the length of a song…

The pets, kids, my youth and health,

And the vase on the table are gone.