I enter through the front door.
After a long day at that box,
Finally, I'm home.
Everything is quiet, no one is there
Just the blow of the hot air.
If you see to the garden, there they are
The cat and the dog begging to come inside.
All set, I go to the kitchen
Cup, milk, chocolate, sugar
Filling that empty stomach, ah, that's what I care
Waiting for Friends to start to have a laugh
Routines are routines,
nothing has changed.
Excellent work Nazarena. You´ve written al lovely, expressive poem. You did a very nice work on rhyme as well!
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