This is my humble abode.
Once inside my days troubles i willingly unload.
Above my head a sound roof that does not leak.
Inside a peaceful ambience everyday week after week.
My sanctuary my heaven.
Always twenty four seven.
My castle my home.
Once inside my thoughts are free to roam.
When inside these four brick walls.
On my soul relaxation falls.
My humble abode.
A place where the outside world can not corrode.
Comments4
Very true, our humble abodes are the places where we can be ourselves and not worry.
Thank you.
Home = Haven......... Love it.
Thank you Lorna.
A fine write, Wallace!
āMy humble abodeā...
judgment free...
thatās place I want to be!
~Laura~
Thanks for comment Laura.
What an all surrounding poem. I really like this one, Wallace
Thank you Aislinn.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.