The Ruined Irony

The sand blows in
And buries everything.
Are you sad? Are you
Sad yet? No? Good.

We are so weird.
What were we thinking
When we were building
These painted columns?

Here's the pretty porch
We worried so much
We'd lost and now
We wish we had.

Don't cry. It's all here,
Just hard to find
Under everything once
Everything's occurred.