Familiar Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

Friends suggest
I stop dwelling
on my brother’s
folly.
After all,
When he destroyed
our inheritance
he harmed himself
as well.
And anyway
his wife just died
so his cup runneth over
with misery
-he needs no more blame.

That’s so
I agree,
which is why
I don’t dwell there
nearly as much
as last year
or the year before.

Still,
it’s a house
I’m used to,
with its howling walls
and groaning timbers.
Even if I went blind
I could feel my way
down its
winding halls
groping
for an answer
I’ve yet
to find.