By the stairs

Four walls and a slanting roof,

A windblower for me and you.

Two lights, one long the other round,

One door and a mirror to see you true.

A wardrobe too small for two,

Six stars stuck by you,

One table by the cot so blue,

Another laid on the floor anew.

Two chairs of one all use,

A drawer some books old and new,

papers stuffed in like Phew!

Medicines lying of some use.

Two guitars, Black and Hue,

Wall hangings and posters two,

Inviting one on the gate,

Telling all please, Don't be late.

Of all its always new,

though my the clothes that lie are few,

One on the chair and seat and there,

There's always room for those who care.