by Phyllis Beebe
The Walpaper Man is coming today
To strip off the old and put on new.
He lets me watch and see him do
The magic that takes the old look away.
old paper's off and the wall is clean
He'll give me his pencil to write my name
And the date below a window frame,
Tho years may pass before it is seen.
I leave a message for
someone to find
Again when the wall is bared
To reveal that a former tenant cared
For this room in some long past time.