SEARCH, search, search For a flat that's fit for me — That's not too high nor yet too low — I would that one I'd see! From early Monday morn Till late on Saturday night I walked and talked and booked and looked — And nothing has come right! They won't take children here; Some bedrooms have no air; This one's too large and that too small — There are no set tubs there. So, it's search, search, search In mute expectancy, But the house I had with the big front yard Will never come back to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |