Recrudescence

I'm never too far from my home,  
of wife, and kids... and ghost.
Why from here would I ever roam
when these I love the most?
 
There's conversation everywhere
and lots of quiet too,
haunting all the domestic air
like scent hangs in a zoo.  
 
The ghost? He has a thousand friends;
all ready and arranged,
and waiting until heed attends
past glories long exchanged.  
 
These spirits are not hard to see
with conscientious looks,
setting all the revenants free...
out from their dusty books!