A House To Call Home Poem by Alison Gaff

Well you really are true adults now
With a mortgage round your neck
So no more spending here and there
And thinking What the heck! !

A house is like a bottomless pit
There is always things to do
Painting this and mending that
But still make time for you

A place where you can decorate
With colours bright or bland
Just make sure you pay the bank
The monies they demand

I hope you will be happy there
In a place you can call home
Then maybe you will plant your feet
And curb your urge to roam! ! ! !