Our abandoned home

   Our abandoned home.

  Like an abandoned home, tattered are we, the paint cracked and peeled though many can’t see. The doors now are locked, no more to be.
  Your windows now bordered so no one will see inside, the secrets you’re hiding tell of the things most won’t abide. Your children are are crying, there’s no where left to hide.
  Even the morals that hung in the air, none to be found, none of them there. The cabinets all clear, no food for the soul, they took it all everything stole.
  Then there’s the books that were stacked in the den, they’re all gone, what happened to them. The history we learned,all they’re within, they insist we unlearn, because it’s all about them. 
  The party’s we had , where have they gone . The party’s of joy, of love and song. They took then away along with the plates, they trashed all of them and replaced them with hate.
  We used to invite the neighbors with friends one and all, we packed our house with laughter a noise loved by all. Now we gaze intently down at the ground, along with with our noses, under which no smiles can be found.
  Our fathers had tried when they first built our house, they would try to put in protections so it could not be torn down. But what they really did not count on was bugs, wind or hail, or lawyer’s and greed or just a bad nail. They did not count on the cost of the dollar, or crooked board or boss, or would it necessary to throw the dog a bone. I hope in time we can have a drive by, just for a second look, a fixer upper , we can fix it up and invite the world to supper, with a can of paint and open arms , we can make it all look better, let’s all get together and fix our abandoned home.
By GWRoggenbuck