Our New House

(Originally posted September 5th, 2014 as “Folly Comes Home” – Owen)

I suppose it’s folly
To think the way I do
But on this day, our moving day
I think of me and you

And how we’ll both live in this house
Till one has gone away
And how the laughter and the joy
Will turn to tears that day

And so, let’s build up memories
In this new dwelling place;
Let’s live a life of foolish love
And laughter, so in case

The day does come when one must go
The other will recall:
The folly’s not in loving
But not trying at all

First Night

Last night was our first
In our new place to live
My wife, my golden and me;

And we were up moving
And unpacking things
Until roughly a quarter to three.

There’s much more to do
In the next week or so
Till we are completely moved in;

But soon, very soon –
The old house door will close
Which we will not open again

And then we’ll drive off
From the home that we loved
At give one last backward look:

But that is the way.
When the old chapter’s done
You have to get on with the book.