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