Home Maker

Would that I could

be a man

The one to fight

to work

To provide for life

In spite of all dangers and snares

that I’d dare in the night

But alas, alas,

I alone make homes

He who widdles the days

in sponge and soap

To languor in living

In being no more than a fixture

The ever-loving picture

of the maker of Home

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