My Home

What once stood tall and proud is a shadow of itself
Weather warn 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 warn and tired and exhausted from Ill health