The house in the desert calls to me tonight
We were all together and everything was right
Skipper and Buddy and Lovey, those three I will never forget
Now sit in the closet in a house in the tropics run by the newest pets

Nine years it was a place of comfort and memories
The last of the sun dipping below the mountain of treasures
Its time had passed but looking back I see the truth
The longing of middle-age holding onto its youth

What is next I wonder by night and by day
Will we return or stay away
But fear not little children of my heart
Nothing will ever keep us apart

Published by Kathy

Kathy writes novels set on cruise ships and other travel locales, writes and produces dance music, and likes to imagine life as a DJ.