The cleanest and finest and grandest of home
inside of its walls, lives a woman dieing alone.
Husbands distance, doing things of his own
Providing just things, for his wife and their home.
One thing however, seems missing from view
The love they both had shared
the love, this lonely lady once knew.
Grass and trees manicured, like that of a park
but all of its upkeep
only keeping them apart.
Keeping up with the neighbors
all to prove, ‘ they’ve got it all! ‘
But the price that they’re paying
is much more of a call.
A house is a house
not making a home, a home.
While spending all your time apart
If your leaving a loved one alone.
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