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.

When the 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.