Every House Is Not A Home
by mazHur




I built a house,
furnished it
with all the worldly
good things;
married a beautiful lass,
had children,
raised them up
to be good and successful
persons in life;
the whole world was my friend
all went well;
business was good,
profits enough
to spend
a reasonably comfortable life;
then suddenly
an ill wind blew
and times changed;
business plummeted,
profits marginalized.
health decayed,
wife died,
kids grew up,
went on their own ways,
I was there
like always
but like a vegetable
alone in the house,
nobody to talk to,
not even a friend around
to share thoughts with;
Time had changed,
The world had changed
Even god had changed
but my house
remained a house
and could never become
a HOME !