December 23, 2009
No Place to Go
The happiest nights I ever know are those when I've no place to go,
and the missus says when the day is through:
"Tonight we haven't a thing to do."
Oh! The joy of it, and the peace untold
of sitting 'round in my slippers old,
with my pipe and book in my easy chair,
knowing I needn't go anywhere.
Needn't hurry my evening meal
nor force the smiles I do not feel,
but can grab a book from a near-by shelf,
and drop all sham and be myself.
Oh, the charm of it
and the comfort rare;
Nothing on earth
with it can compare;
And I am sorry for him
who doesn't know
the joy of having
no place to go.
(Edgar Guest)
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