Alone and Whole

Shimmering aluminum on the kitchen floor.
Dusty light fixtures jutting out from the stained walls.
Creaking rusted hinges on all the wooden doors.
Uneven boards sit, awaiting someones fall.

Overgrown to the tip, weeds overtake the shed.
Never before trimmed trees hide the golden lighting from above.
The once white moving porch swing, is now wooden and stil.
An old hound lies on his stomach, takes a look around and sighs, before he returns to his sleeping state.

There sits an old man, calloused and worn.
His wrinkled skin now soft to the touch.
His shadowy eyes have seen many things, but he likes his little home.
Hidden deep in the trees, he finally feels complete.