A Poem

No Place To Go

By Edgar Albert Guest

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 coffee and book in my easy chair

Knowing I needn't go anywhere.

Needn't hurry my evening meal

Nor force the smiles that I do not feel

But can grab a book from a near by shelf

And drop all the sham and be myself.

Oh the charm of it and the comfort rare

Nothing on earth can with it compare

And I'm sorry for him who doesn't know

The joy of having no place to go.

Linda sent this to me today and I loved it! I did edit one word to suit me a little better...I substituted pipe for coffee...I haven't ever sat in my chair with a pipe and book, but many times my coffee and a book!! Thought it was more suited for my blog!