Home
Where is home?
It is gone. My house
Still stands amongst
Others though
Like hollow cocoons
They conceal their contents
Time was, in those days,
When fences were low
If non-existent
A time when doors
Were shut only to keep out
Mosquitoes and flies
From the evening meal
But now, it is lost
My home is no more
All I have left is a house.
Copyright © Henry Ategie | Year Posted 2017
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