Mortgages

A house that did indeed have it all,

Not too big and not too small.

The grasses that grew were all that i knew.

For no other squalor would I even bother to attend or amend to.

What came of this place, before today?

Its lost to another, their plans are unknown.

I lost it that day when I picked up the phone.

I have no regrets you must understand,

I have found another land.

It is not mine by title, but I know if I want to,

I can tend to another if I take up the fight to.

I hope those grasses,

Of which I knew every blade,

Are watered upon each day.

To reinstate the sweetest of glades,

My old home.