That Old Cupboard

There is an old cupboard in my house

It has a broken door

Which has to be fixed repeatedly

The door is pale brown

It has lost its shine

Cockroaches breathe in it

When someone opens the door

They run away here and there

When the lights are off

They come out in groups

They remind me of a few people

Who just can’t confront

That broken door is my life

It has to be fixed repeatedly

But still, it works fine

Sometimes it is the best

This reminds me of my friend

His cupboard is so impeccable

It shines like a star

It doesn’t have any broken door

There are no cockroaches in it

I get jealous of his cupboard

I began to feel down

But then he tells one day

His cupboard has a problem too

It has been destroyed from inside

By the parasites, the termites

I have thought then

No one’s cupboard is perfect

Some complain it’s too ugly

Some say it's too big

Some shout it’s too old

But no one ever says

Whatever the damn cupboard I have

It is perfect and beautiful

Perfect like the sweetness of honey

I do agree my cupboard has flaws

But I will adjust with it

One day I will get it fixed

Until my friend tells me

Your cupboard is too old

But it’s the best I ever saw

Old is gold