A Sad Poem

A Sad Poem

Some people never clean house
Even those
who enjoy glamour and bows

When the house gets so dirty
in a new house
they move in a hurry

As soon as they move
like-wise the same way
in the new house they behave
And in the next
And in the next
Oblivious of what is best

It is the children
who grow up
not even knowing a home
The source
of their sad poem