Home

What makes a home?
Is it a house?
I live alone,
Quiet as a mouse.

Moved here a month ago,
But still I cannot find,
Does anyone ever go?
I think I’m losing my mind.

My heart is sad,
My head hangs low,
I know it was real bad,
A long, long, time ago.

Don’t do this, don’t do that,
Don’t eat that, it’ll make you fat,
Sit up straight, tie your shoes,
In those days I had nothing to lose.

Things are not the same today,
I don’t do things in my olden ways,
Now, I’m out and own my own,
But is this ever, really a home?

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