There Was No One At home

There was no one at home – no one at all – no one to come near

No one to call me dear, or to say my name. Was life becoming in vain?

Or was there hope? Any chance at all that someone would call? But

What would be the point if no one was at home? Was that because

they had all run away, hoping to be back some sunny day? But what-

ever life would hold the truth would never be told till the day we got

old. And that, my friend, could leave us cold.