The House of Paper Curtains

In the house of paper curtains, here

in dawn and twilight

shadows appear

Sometimes angels but more often monsters leer

From a couch I lay

corduroy brown upon

stains I made

They mock the man boy foolish and and full of fear

This was only to be a place to stay

A place to make plans 

for all that may

They remind of what did not come to pass, songs none can hear

So many years have passed

Jobs gained and lost

All now all the gold is gone, from years amassed 

Trinkets and collectables held too dear

On shelves, cabinets, in boxes and yes a crate

In the end, they'll be with me, 
Alone with only baubles is my fate