Europa's Space Of Poetry

Home is not what it use to be; all happiness it use to bring.

Distracted now by things of technology; who pays attention anymore to human beings.?

Where the dinner table was our social media; to talk about our the things we learned amongst peers, just thinking of it brings joyous tears.

Coming from a long way; not understanding these days, home is now a bunked place.

For slumber and bathroom breaks; no more family rooms and enjoying commercial breaks.

One day I do have faith; one day soon this may change, home is not right now, but one day home will again make a town…