It’s 4 o’clock in the morning,
I’m walking through the house.
There’s no one here but me
But I’m still quiet as a mouse.

I do this sometimes
When I have a sleepless night;
Walk around the house
Until dawn’s first light.

I don’t need the lights turned on
For computer, clocks, tv,
VCR and all my other ‘stuff’
Each have lights by which to see.

As I walk from room to room
I see nothing very fine.
But as I look at what I have
I know it’s mine, all mine.

I thought it was so great
When the mortgage I had paid.
It was mine, all mine!
The last payment had been made!

Forty years I’ve been here,
And maybe a little more.
Now I’m faced with the cost
Of replacing my front door.

And in the back, in my yard
I see a tree is down.
Things like this I must confess
Give my face a frown.

My water heater was making noise
Like it was going to die.
Five hundred buck was all
For one upon which I could rely.

As I walk from room to room
And think about the bills
To know “It’s mine, all mine”
Gives me the chills.

jhs