A House to a Home

I was tall, mighty, big, and strong, But no one came to stay, But no one came to stay, I saw dogs, humans, and many more, All looked at me with awe, No one came inside, So what is the point? I felt hopeless, am I a failure? I didn’t feel safe without a family, As time passed, I became old, lonely, and weak, I had a pipe with a leak, There were cracks in my walls, There were insects and creatures who moved in, Maybe creatures of unimaginable power were my kin? When one fine day a family moved in, I was thrilled as they came in, Nervous as I was, They were poor and I was free, I was a hive for bees, At first I was sad given such a poor family, Then I realized that it didn’t matter, They love me and I love them, As time went on, they made me better, The once quiet rooms were now filled with laughter, The poor became the rich and I was strong again, Now I understand that I shouldn’t let them down, And I am NOT a house, I am a home, And I am NOT a house, I am a home,