(Note from the Author: This is my entry for your contest it's titled, What if Your Room Left You?. It is about how good we americans have life, and how little we think about not having the things we need. Enjoy! Clare)
There is always a bed to lay
on,
And always a window to spy
from.
Always a closet to hang my
cloths,
Almost always a tissue to
blow my nose.
Always a stuffed cow,
These I confess, no, I vow!
My room is the place I call
my own,
After all that's where I
keep my phone.
I can come here any time,
With out a reason or a rhyme.
When I am sad
Or when I am mad
My room cuddles me in its
arms,
And keeps me from harm.
Sometimes I think what if
my room up and left?
Ran away and took my hope
chest.
If all the dependable things
were gone.
If I got up at dawn
And they were not there.
It would not be fair!
I'd have to live on the corner,
And I'd be a mourner.
Because I'd have no room
to call mine.
I would be upset all the
time.
I know it seems crazy,
Nevertheless, if your room
left you wouldn't be sunny as a daisy.
If my room left I'd have
no home,
I'd probably have to bunk
with the garden gnome.
Once and a while think how
good we have it.
If you had no room when you
woke up tomorrow you'd have a fit.
So the next time you're snuggling
under the covers at night,
Hold on to them tight,
Moreover, remember that you're
lucky you have so many things.
Don't take advantage, or
they could fly away on wings.