Homeless
HOMELESS
Home sweet home, once I possessed as my own
where for my children seeds of love were sown,
Song of life sung in perfect interlude.
Enjoyed, guided each step of their childhood.
Now they have own homes, lead own happy lives.
My home has turned a house that still survives.
I still stay in same house, same old address,
but being barren, loner, aimless, homeless.
10/25/16
Third Place
'NOSTALGIA' Contest by Brian Strand
'A Meaningful Poem' Contest by Constance La France
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016
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