We have lived beyond our means
Spent our money on ripped jeans
Bought and spent and gifted shopped
Knew the labyrinth of the mall; walked and walked til I dropped
Gave to causes, charities, needs
Did our best to do good deeds
Paid for college for all our kids
Bought each a car; a start to live
Now the house is empty save for us
Now the bedrooms gather dust
A great big house
For running boys
Is void now of the happy noise
The inground pool is not used much
My dog swims lots
I don’t swim much
The tents, volleyball, bats and balls
No longer here; no longer called
A big nice house was a vibrant home
Living breathing warm and welcome
Now with rooms all beds made tight
All things put in place but home’s not quite right
She misses noise and banging boys
She misses tussles, smears and mess
She misses vibrancy and is in distress
Where did they go, where are my boys
Where is my lifeblood, my happy noise
Oh my house, my lovely home
We both must accept
They’ve moved
And grown
Nyc sir keep it up….
🙂