Home

I am at home, I am alone,

I work so hard  I find it vain.

And when I think it's done,

I sit just to work and work again,

I sweat and cried and struggle much 

I felt uesless, and callused to the touch.

Now those days are long since passed,

I've left that place to make my own,

And now I find myself in a caste

With tons of people who moan and groan,

I wonder why they are so sad,

But then I see what I have had.

They cry out loud and say, " I Am Alone!!"

I simply and softly reply, " I am at home."