I sought the trails of South and North, <br />I wandered East and West; <br />But pride and passion drove me forth <br />And would not let me rest. <br />And still I seek, as still I roam, <br />A snug roof overhead; <br />Four walls, my own; a quiet home. . . . <br />"You'll have it -- when you're dead."<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wistful-one/
