Our Home

When we were young and our future looked bright,
We decided to do what we both thought was right.
People with income the same as our own
Tried to deter us from buying our home.
But with care and decision and plenty of thought
We got a mortgage and our house we bought.
The years they sped over and we hit the town,
On the last mortgage payment when the house was our own.
We settled with family, our hard days were done.
We had a house to pass down to our son.
Then out of the blue, like a stab in the heart,
We are told: 'if you go in an old people's home,
From your house you must part'.
The end of this poem is don't work hard and fret.
Spend as you earn it, then sit down and get.