Neglect

Neglect is never what the dictionary says.
Left alone I am capable of being destroyed
Like that old barn that serves no purpose.
The cows ain’t coming home no more.

Left alone I am capable of being destroyed,
Forgotten by the world that moved on.
Leaving time, tides, and the wind to work,
Slowly breaking down with the elements.

Like that old barn that serves no purpose,
But I stand as a sentinel; solemn reminder
Of where we once were as a family,
Solid, sure, and built to last forever.

The cows ain’t coming home no more,
As they say, they have all moved away,
Leaving me with just memory and thoughts,
And neglect, like a worn, dusty dictionary.