A home without a couch – Poetry by Genta Hodo


While sitting on the couch

Of a place that was no home

Thinking of what was gone

Forgetting what was to come

Found out the whole meaning

Of sitting on a couch:

My place don’t need this thing

That makes me think this much

It only needs a bed

To lie and do your dues

To dream and then forget it

To sleep away the blues

Then eat, then sleep again

Read something and get bored

Suspire it till the end

As if you wish was more

Could finally see clearly:

A bed is all you need

A home without a couch

Was now my holiest creed 

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