A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME

A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME

The stark white carpeting
Feels like a big, soft cloud
Walking on top of it
Not a sound out loud.
The super-sized television
Blasts into the night
This house is truly awesome
But something isn't right.

There's the rock fireplace
And the round waterbed
A bedroom made for lovin'
Not just to lay one's head.
The artwork by Picasso
A hottub deep and wide
To welcome a happy couple
To come and sit inside.

The cost of this lovely house
Is too much to justify
The cathedral ceilings
That almost reach the sky.
This place feels so empty
Like verse without a poem
And suddenly he realizes
A house is not a home.

He remembers her in curlers
With just an apron on
She was cooking supper
Hotdogs & some corn.
They had little money then
But lived high on the hog
'Cuz they had one another
Plus a baby and a dog.

Now a maid cooks dinner
But he doesn't eat
He sits in wait for her return
Their dog at his bare feet.
He longs for her perfume
He hates to be alone
He'd give it up all for her
'Cuz a house is not a home.

Soon, the chauffer brings her back
And they dine together
Lay back in their hottub
And love on one another.
He brushes her auburn hair
While she recites a poem
"Words are easy, like the wind"...
A house is not a home.