My Home

What once stood tall and proud is a shadow of itself Weather worn and tired and exhausted from Ill health The strongest of foundations get weaker day by day The once vibrant exterior is starting to turn grey As the bricks they start to crumble, the walls they start to fall A vulnerable interior is there to see for all I can not rebuild it and nor can any man We sit and wait and wonder how long until it’s gone Walls once filled with memories come crashing to the floor A place you once felt safe disappears it is no more. But the house I speak of here, it’s isn’t brick or stone The house I speak of here it is my dad and what I call home What once stood tall and proud is a shadow of itself Weather worn and tired and exhausted from Ill health