An Evening at Home.

An Evening at Home.

When Mike was a busy working man always on the go, I came across this poem that I think my friend Hazel found and gave it to him as a present.

Very appropriate for the hurly burly of modern living.
(Also kind of nice for stormy evenings!!)

                            No Place to Go by Edgar Guest

The happiest nights I ever know

Are those when I've no place to go.

And the missus says when the day is through

“Tonight we haven't a thing to do”

Oh the joy of it and the peace untold

Of sitting round in my slippers old

With my pipe and book in my easy chair

Knowing I needn't go anywhere.

Needn't hurry my evening meal

Nor force the smiles that I do not feel,

But can grab a book from a near-by shelf

And drop all sham and be myself

Oh the charm of it and the comforts rare;

Nothing on earth with it can compare;

And I'm sorry for him who does't know

The joy of having no place to go.