Leaving Home

Don’t you cry, don’t feel sad. 

Don’t you sigh or feel bad

Not a tear now you’re on your own

Now your baby’s left home

Now your baby’s left home


You’ve now got more space in the bathroom

An empty coat peg in the hall

One less setting at the table

Life feels cruel, life feels cruel


There is one less pile of ironing

One less room for you to clean

One less voice that’s undermining

Life feels mean, life feels mean


The car has now got extra seating

Lights are turned off everywhere

The fridge is full ‘cos no one’s eating

Life’s not fair, life’s not fair.

In 2019 both my kids left home. The house is somewhat cleaner, tidier, quieter and the fridge remains full of food. – Paul