Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home.
You can choose your neighbours for a price,
Select brick pavers in a range of styles
To suit the lifestyle you dream of having,
Fall in love with the blueprint,
Borrow money to build it.
Is it how you make a city?
Or just how you live in one:
You don't make it with metal,
You just make it home.
You make it with the hours of your day.
Give it your hard-earned cash
And you may have a smile from it.
Give it a dressing down.
Promise it your first born
Or your children will run away.
If you are a poor poet offer words.
If you are poorer give it nothing
But trouble and grief
—It's only yours on loan.
It's not much they say, outside of tourist brochures,
But it's home.