It starts with an elderly man,

Old and senile.

He lives alone in this new, heartless house after his wife died.

Every step he takes leaves a trail of sadness and loss.

Until one day, he stopped walking.

The next in this house was a couple,

Content and loving.

They think summer will last forever,

Until the winter comes in with its bite,

And they split, broken hearts trodden into the carpet.

After that, a single parent moves in,

Hopeful and tired.

They play across the cursed carpet,

Sadness uprooted like dust.

Things get rough, but they replace the carpet.

Now their lives are just fine.

Divine doesn’t mean it’s bound

To you and always you.

Tear up the carpet.

Create your own path.

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