Hard hats sprinkle the patio
Movement of the walls
Give way to a polished gem

The bones are never glamorous
I’ve realized this journey
Unless you love them as they are

Plaster deteriorating staircase
Below what is granted access
The guests only see what
we want them to see

The bones of the house
foreshadowed its greatness
But lackes the gloss

Hard hats won’t sprinkle
The patio every day
Soon theyll only see what
they want to see

But I prefer the bones