The Bungalow

It was an age of innocence

A fleeting moment in time

When hearts felt so sublime

Soon our hearts would be jaded, hardened by circumstance.

 

The sun set over the bungalow

Music still playing on the radio

Sunsets, as life, are but fleeting

The fear took hold of tomorrow's meeting.

 

The sun would rise again

But the light would be much colder

New ideas laid waste to what were men

And in their avarice they became much bolder.

 

The little bungalow still stands today

Seasoned by time, it's front steps now sway

Now surrounded by by hearts of stone

This little house reminds us, of when we were not alone.