The Happiest Man In His Home Poem by RIC BASTASA

it does not always follow
that the house where your live
is your home,
that your home is in the heart
need not be what you call
it is. sometimes, it is not just that.
a house can be a home
the home is also a necessity
and throughout your life
you never lived there perhaps
a home need not be here
those who lived better say so
and just like love and marriage and
living and loving,
these matters can be interpolated and
and need not be even interlaced
in one fabric that you make into
a dress for the best occasion of your life
someone you miss, something you need
something you take, someone you dispense
there is someone there who says that his life
is perfect that he has already everything
and he has nothing more to ask for in his lifetime

it is so sad, he is dead.