At Home---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd
People think they have to leave home
to find what they are missin' in their lives
but home is where the heart is and
it's also where all your stuff is
All the stuff you liked and bought
and brought home from the store or the garage sale
or ordered on that there Amazon
stuff you accumulated through the years
that brought you joy in havin'
It's all the stuff that you found and hauled back
and scattered around your house
puttin' it on knick knack stands or
hangin' it on your walls or
put in your garage thinkin'
it would come in handy someday
stuff that makes you feel better about yourself
So be happy that you have it
all that stuff is the stuff of bein' YOU
There ain't no need to go someplace else
when all you need and want is right there at Home
Nothin' wrong with stayin' home and enjoyin'
all the things you paid good money for
It took years to gather up all that stuff and
assemble it into a fine collection
you are the sum of all your parts
it's kinda like a Collage of YOU
People who have to be on the go all the time
are searching for somethin'
What they don't realize is
that they already have it...
(currently in a Home but plotting to get out.)