You come home every day just after two o'clock
To a mad house some would say
And you would agree quite a lot
But on this particular day
You pulled up on the drive
The house looks so bear
it looks like no one's there
You know when you get that feeling
That your all on your own
When you expect some to be there
but there isn't, it's just a home
Then you walk through the door
The only thing you can hear is silence
You think aah piece at last
Just what You need, piece and quiet
You sit down in your chair
close your eyes and relax
You Listen to the clock ticking
And the water dripping from the tap
To suddenly realise that this is not were Your at
You miss that mad house and the people
So please hurry back.
Kevin Glenn
16-09-2010
kevin glenn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-21/
