While walking by my old home

A grain of sand fell in my eye

And as I looked at the crumbling walls

And trees growing out of the

Once ‘lived in’ halls

I tried to let the memories pass by

And my hands moved to rub my eyes

My son asked

‘Isn’t that your old home dad

Is that why you cry?'

I looked at him and the home that once was mine

And hugged him and kissed him and wiped my eyes

And to him I said

‘Oh not to worry kiddo

it’s just a grain of sand that fell in my eye.’