Home only lasts a few short years,

houses pass on to more

human families. After a time,

we have nowhere to haunt, 

nowhere to return to after a long

day in office or factory. Only the

graveyard for our mortal remains.

Our souls, released from blood and bone,

trip lightly over hills, glide over lakes and seas.

But no return home to the kids and the dog and the tele.

Home only lasts a few short years.

Like us.