Buyunde Acura Sylivester
Home - Poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
A place to be on,
Where to find me on phone,
I'll be seated by the stone.
Home for long,
A place to go strong,
Where to find me without wrong,
I'll be waiting a knock at door gong.
Home for good,
A place to get food,
Where to find no trace of rude,
I'll be relaxed to manage my mood.
Home my home,
A place to avoid life storm,
Where smiles 're always worm,
I'll be chatting with brother Tom.
Home my fame,
A place to hold my name,
Where my title find its stem,
I'll be standing to rub my shame.
Home of peace,
A place that none tease,
Where respect never miss,
I'll be holding your forehead for a kiss.
Home best refuge,
A place we no grudge,
Where care has no judge,
I'll be having meals by the fridge.
Home is sweetest,
A place without evil test,
Where, West from East,
I'll sing, Home remain the best!
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