Domum

One day I was walking And I discovered an abandoned house It was an old house, to be sure, Rotten and strewn about.

Inside this house there were pictures Of those who inhabited it before People of all ages Their lives centered around this old eyesore.

From what I can tell, they were poor But strangely enough It seemed like they were happy Despite it being so tough.

A makeshift swing hung in the yard Worn from constant use Despite years of exposure Not a single string was loose

In the kitchen, a warm feeling Swept through me like the wind Many meals were shared here Despite bellies being thinned

This place was important to them Even though moss coated the walls like foam And as I looked, I finally knew This was not a house, but a home.