10.12.05

the roof

it covers, it protects; when it gets wet, "what a mess!"
it's new surface I've seen all black tar and clean
but still it failed, for sure; it surely promised me more
so here I am buckets in hand, eager to stop; to make my last stand
it's futile, I'm positive, the drips will continue
Mother Nature's tenacious, she'll stop when she beats you.