You may not find things all in place,
Friend, when you enter here,
But, we're a home where children live,
We hold them very dear,

And you may find small fingerprints
and smudges on the wall,
When the kids are gone, we'll clean them up
Right now, we're playing ball

For there's one thing of which we're sure,
These children are on loan,
One day they're always underfoot,
Next thing you know - they're gone.

That's when we'll have a well-kept house,
When they're off on their own,
Right now, this is where children live,
A loved and lived in home.

...Author Unknown





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