My Lonely Home
It’s just an evening in the Spring -
I’m sittin’ watching Nature sing.
There’s joy in all I see
But not for me…
I sit alone in my lonely home.
Even if all the world were mine,
It be worth no more than just a dime.
Nothing matters much to me!
There’s nothing left to see!
I sit alone in my lonely home.
It’s just an evening in the Spring -
I’m sittin’ watching Nature sing
With all the joy that I once knew
When I belonged to you…
But now I sit alone in my lonely home.
© PoetryPublishing.Net
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