The Old Big House

I remember those days when the family used to come to stay

My house was big and there was so many to accommodate

I remember the sounds that used to fill up my home

Some singing, some talking, some playing

And I was not alone

That one month of the holiday I would always look forward to

As I could get some time to spend with you 

The bonding grew stronger and relations mature

A promise to meet together every year for sure

That big house lies vacant and doors stay closed

There is no voice heard coming from indoors

Now I stay, yes! With you

No, wait for a year to see you.

I am now old, can't take care of you

The house is small, people are few

But somehow the clock shows no time 

To spend for me and you.