I'm sitting in this plushy
Though incredibly miserable
Hotel room
Feeling terribly low
It's raining outside
It's been raining for ever
There's simply no place to go
What do I do...?
Nothing....!
I'm new to this Country
New to this Town
I know no one
And, I wish I didn't have to
Hang around
I start missing home
Something I thought
I'd taken a break from -
How wrong I was!
I reach for the phone
Dial long distance
And, hear the ring tone
'Pick it up', I declare
But, there's no one at the other end
Of the line
And, that gets me thinking:
How I wish
I wish
I was at home
Right this very minute
Yes
There's no place like it
There really isn't!
Strange therefore
When I'm home
I don't appreciate it enough
I'm like most other people
My large family irritates me
It always seems to be under my feet!
How many times-I ask myself-have
I yelled:
Who messed up my news-paper?
How often have I asked you to 'knock'
before you enter my room?
Must your Radio be quite so loud?
Some of us are trying to work!
Get out of the bathroom-quick! I need
to use it - and-much, much more...
Sound familiar?
Now that I'm away from home
I resolve
To mend my ways
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