My Tent
Twenty acres with only a barn
This is no yarn
This barn I decided to rent
Inside of it I put my tent
Heaven sent
Shelter from the cold
Rest my soul as I grow old
A stall for a moo
A place for a chicken or two
My choice how
Have a bird for dinner now
or an egg breakfast for many days to come
Now a little better off than some
Am I still a bum
I have all I need
Just my soul to feed
Plant some seed
Life changes so fast
Just twenty four hours and today has past
Simple pleasures make life real
How a smile makes one feel
So many words racing in my head
The night I no longer have to dread
Won't wake up dead
So much to do
Sealing the holes with clue
No more grieving
Cause people telling me I have to be leaving
This little barn becomes my home
No longer forced to roam
Now I pay rent
And still live in my tent
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