Milbank My Home

Leaving my home in the city Gray lonely,and faceless When the sun did shine We'd run to the corner of 166 By Moes candy store And jump into our neighborhood pond The local fire hydrant We would Frolic as girls Jumped rope and looked on with twinkles in their eyes Sparsely green it was and downright cold At times this was my home When told I'd be leaving I cried Asking mom why I was sent away far away My new world my new home Milbank where I died And where I was reborn The metaphor apparent The sun always shined at Milbank A real home with a Pointy roof A white picket fence Corralling daffodils There were ducks and frogs Of all kinds and lurking poison ivy and sumac Snakes and bats and more grass But there was no hydrant With empty cans of reingold Beer abound Only a brook,a lake,and two pools There was grass galore and trees And blue skies As far as the eye can see This was my new home A place where I belonged Even the name Milbank sounded Homey pleasant and everlasting When I finally left Milbank We all sang in a lull My friends cried I cried Then I died Never to be reborn As before.....