Home is where the Heart is
For those who don't own a home-As bland as it is to sayImagine the pain, the dismayof not being able to curl up in one's abode People say all roads lead to RomeSo despite all the bills to payand the damage, come what may,I can't live without a home! Whether I'm trapped on a island, surrounded by sandI'll be perfectly fine inside my own plot of land
This poem is about:
Me