A well done poem on Home
POEM
Home Sweet Home.
Where else would I be,
if I am not at home?
What is there to do,
if I am not at home?
Home is peace and joy.
At home, life is good!
There’s no face to fear,
no reason for shame.
Freely shed some tear,
gladly play my game.
This simply is home.
With my mobile phone,
resting on a couch.
I can feel at home,
without any pouch.
This for me; is home.
Far away from home,
I often wonder;
what would people think?
What could lie in wait?
Home is home indeed!
I love to be home;
no room to pretend.
Yes, just feel at home;
expect the day’s end.
Home makes life so sweet!
I play my own tunes,
I express myself.
Things meet my own taste,
my decisions stand.
What else could be home?
Where I’m my own boss;
I select my…
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