You’re finally free of that rat-filled apartment,
which was scarcely more than a low rent tenement.
A slow walk through the local village,
and you reach your new bought cottage.
A home, not a house, a thought filled with pride,
as you slowly step inside.
A tasty aroma in the air, and warmth from the glowing fire,
you know it’ll be a night filled with love and desire.
Home and hearth can bring you joy,
snuggled fireside with your favorite boy.
Ken_W_Writer’s Stories and Poems 