No One Left To Go

Barely enough rooms had the house,
In the country of long ago;
Barely enough fare for a mouse,
But doors lay open on the row.

Doors were open wide on the row,
And the kindred stood all as one;
But numbers fell through the years low,
And times sad work was almost done.

One by one left till none did rouse,
Now all's changed upon the row;
For empty rooms quiet the bleak house,
And there is no one left to go.

Declan O'Reilly