It is home, I cherish.
The comforts I enjoy
might not be luxurious,
the food I relish,
may not be sumptuous,
the bed where I recline,
will not be gorgeous,
the garden where I walk
would not be picturesque,
the work force I employ
seem to be mediocre,
the cars I have
are medium-sized,
the area I live
has turned noisy,
the place of my abode
swelters and suffocates
Nevertheless, I love my home,
Why? perhaps,
being my own.
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