by Baloney Bill
There's no place like home.
In our cozy little house,
Comfy as a burrowed mouse,
To watch the world pass in its way
Charging through another day.
Pull the shade to block them out,
Content to be what we're about,
Asylum from the hectic pace,
Within these walls, there is no race.
This quiet haven frees the soul,
To wear no mask and play no role,
Here "myself" is good enough,
Out there demands a sterner stuff.
There competition is the key,
While here brews simple harmony,
Though soon we venture out that way,
How grateful for this pleasant stay.
And when caught up in life's demands,
Just know our little house still stands,
More than enough to see me through --
Thoughts of our cozy house and you.