Classic Poem

It's lonely in lodgings above the street
When dusk slows down the day's long laboring,
With only a nod to a lad on the stair,
And neither kith nor kin to be neighboring.

It must be good to go out of a house
With the soft goodbye of your loved one spoken,
And a windowful of little faces
Smiling you off as you wave in token.

It must be good to come back to a house,
And hear the joy, the welcoming shout of it.
It must be good to have anyone care
If you come into a house or go out of it.