My Old Home

Letras:

© Grathy
My Old Home
Vocals and lyrics by Mary McGrath
Copyright 7/21/22-All rights reserved

My old home stares at me.

I see exhausted eaves,
And a barn door
That wheezes with the wind.

From the distance,
The windows glare,
Squinting in the unforgiving sun.

The barbed wire fence
Stands in the back and
Grimaces
With its jagged teeth.

From the distance,
It looks like it’s smiling at me,
But it is a jeer.

I’m trespassing on it's turf.

If I get too close,
It will cut, sting, and thrash,
Because now I am
An intruder,
Having tossed my overalls
In search of a better life.

As the worn shed sighs,
Weak from weathering
Too many storms,
I look at the tattered trail
With its broken squares of mud
That leads to where
I used to live.

I stare at my past
And wonder
If I should stay
Or simply walk away.