Cleanliness Is Godliness

In my youth, my house was warm and kept.

I wandered far and wide to find another but such was never found that was mine.

Returning home, I found it in ruin and taken by a squatter who let his friends deface it.

I could not expel him but was allowed to put it back in order.

I cleaned out the mold, the filth on the walls and the floor.

I fixed the holes in the roof and in the walls and painted it with beautiful colors.

The squatter would constantly track mud in and let his children rub feces on the walls.

But I would clean it up so that my house was clean.

And so it was. My house was clean again.

But the squatter became jealous and wanted my home. 

He spray-painted the walls and told his friends to wreck whatever they could.

Finally, he left and took his companions of chaos with him. 

We cleaned up the mess.

My house is restored. It is warm and kept. 

My house is clean and I may now rest.