The happiest nights <br /> I ever know <br /> Are those when I've <br /> No place to go, <br /> And the missus says <br /> When the day is through: <br /> 'To-night we haven't <br /> A thing to do.' <br /> <br /> Oh, the joy of it, <br /> And the peace untold <br /> Of sitting 'round <br /> In my slippers old, <br /> With my pipe and book <br /> In my easy chair, <br /> Knowing I needn't <br /> Go anywhere. <br /> <br /> Needn't hurry <br /> My evening meal <br /> Nor force the smiles <br /> That I do not feel, <br /> But can grab a book <br /> From a near-by shelf, <br /> And drop all sham <br /> And be myself. <br /> <br /> Oh, the charm of it <br /> And the comfort rare; <br /> Nothing on earth <br /> With it can compare; <br /> And I'm sorry for him <br /> Who doesn't know <br /> The joy of having <br /> No place to go.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-place-to-go-3/
