Cyprus Mail

A poem to title deeds misdeeds

Twas the year two thousand

I remember it well

I purchased a homestead

Therein for to dwell


I requested the papers

To prove it was mine

Don’t worry you’ll have them

Keep drinking the wine


I badgered the builder

In my phlegmatic way

They’ll be here tomorrow

The builder would say


After twenty-one years

With my hair gone all grey

The deeds have arrived

So, it’s tomorrow today.


Jerome A Carroll, Paralimni


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