Home
A key in hand, a heavy lease
Where simple living finds no peace
The ache for home, a human need,
Supplies the market's endless greed.
A house of bricks, of mortar, and of pane,
A promised shelter from the wind and rain.
Its frame is solid, its foundations deep,
But promises the pocket cannot keep.
The end
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