Welcome Home
Heavy luggage
Smooth floors
Security guards
And sliding doors
The sound of planes
Ascending, descending
Ready to go back home
To your family depending
Now you are
Inside a car
To go to a place
Not that far
Your house
Warm, safe, and cozy
Oh, the house is very toasty
You get to see light
You get to see rain
And don't have to experience working pain
You get to watch
You get to rest
And get bitten by an annoying pest
You can read
In peace and quiet
But when I'm around, I'll make a riot
All of these, are right here
Now, wanna go watch and drink some root beer?
Welcome home.
A Poem by Noah Isaiah
