Steemit Poetry Contest #7+ Home In Home🏠
Each morning I awake,
And always I am glad,
so gladness I ought not fake,
as far as I'm at home, no need to be sad.
Each term when I return,
my joy I can't contain,
all my worries I burn,
the reason is I'm at home.
If elsewhere I will fear, but here I feel secure, here illness is so rare, I know here lies my cure, for here is none other but home.
