Pensively,  I sit and ponder

At my old homestead of years gone by,

The thatch and walls spread near and yonder

In a sad, forlorn heap they lie.

Silently, as the tears are falling

I’m back to a boy again today,

The children in my ear are calling

Come on and join us in our play.

Joyously, I hear the laughter

Delightful sounds of  fun and glee

A happy game of boisterous banter

Where else in the world would I wish to be?

But reality calls as I wake from my slumber

My parents and siblings have all gone their way

As I sit here alone, the last surviving member

In peaceful nostalgia, I wait for my day.


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