Joaquin Finn

My house in Budapest

 

There's a song about a man with a house in Budapest .
He sings about all the amazing things inside that house .
Just like him I have a home there too .
But my home hasn't four walls ,
My house in Budapest hasn't doors or windows .
My house in Budapest has a pulse ,
It has blood running through it .
Two big ears,
And a pair of green green eyes .
My house in Budapest is not a house it's a home .
It's a heart .

Comments2

  • Louis Gibbs

    I will never forget the experience of beholding the splendor of the Blue Mosque! As an engineer and one who appreciates fine architecture, It was breath-taking. I share your love of that great city, Joaquin, and appreciate your fine poem!

  • onepauly

    deserves some sort of reward



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