The Home
It stands on the bank of a slow moving stream
This relic now was once somebodies dream
It’s weathered and rotted but still it was home
Where they could live and where they could roam
It’s been many long years rejected and worn
But once it was lived in, welcome and warm
Through years of neglect brambles have grown
On a lawn once loved and caringly mown
The days have long gone since children once roam
On this beautiful spot that they had called home
The windows now broken, doors hang by one hinge
It’s a sad winter’s day when I see all these things
There was Mother and Dad and a brother or two
Who lived in this house, when it was so new
With love and enjoyment the years quickly passed
And no-one would think that it wouldn’t last
But the passing of time and life’s rocky road
Had brought on the changes and altered the load
They moved to the city many decades ago
And their lovely old home was left and let go
It stands in the shadows, so sad and forlorn
This house that once was homely and warm
But now it’s weathered, rotted and worn
But still it’s the house in which I was born.