My Old House

The serenity of the morning breeze,

It was the place where I lived with love and peace.

The house which was once a symbol of life,

With two small children of a man and his wife.

The house was full of messy things,

Where you would never find the thing you need.

But still, the family flourished there with love and care,

The eighteen massive years spent there,

My soul still lies waiting where.

I'll miss those days in all possible ways.

A big part of my life now lies in a broken house,

Which has now become a playground for the cat and mouse?

Luring us in the name of redevelopment,

Builders have taken away my only settlement.

It was a small house with my name on the walls,

Still, I vowed to not be there when it falls.

It never looked like a dream house,

But was more important than a spouse.

The place which made me feel at home,

It can never be found wherever I rome.