Cardboard houses

Cardboard boxes line the walls

With old tape marks, tattered and worn

A life packed into these empty halls

Stacked high within the moving van

Memories since I was born

Carted around since it all began

Ready to be rearranged

Like bricks built up to take new form

All the same yet all is changed

Within these walls I live my life

Although through the years they reform

Transformed by joy, sadness and strife

Over the years these walls grow old

Their colours faded, their edges torn

Until their structure cannot hold

So here I’ll stay and here I’ll last

To wait out life’s endless storm

Until their short lifespan has passed

These cardboard houses never last