There’s No Place
Like Home
I used to be glad that I lived at home.
No tearful goodbyes or missed
Holidays, no lonely mind to roam.
I’d have loved ones’ support in the
midst
of my stress when homework reaches its
pique.
Laughter, movies, and fun would exist.
But when it comes time for finals week,
I envy those who get to stay
At the library where interruptions are
bleak.
I’d rather sit and write straight away
At my computer, with earphones plugged
in,
No other person to get in my way.
But just when these plans are about to
begin
I remember that patience comes from within.
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