home sweet home

With a turn of the key
We enter back into
Our lodging,
Tired from the full day out,
Groggy from the long ride home,
But still, we scuff our way
To our individual rooms
To undress, removing
The clothes that decided
Whether we were
Stylish Formal Casual Trendy
For today
Into our homey shab
- only safe to be worn
As beddress -
And relax our posture
Into repose
And when the picture we painted
Is stripped back to its
Unsightly plainness,
Naked we return to the
Solitude of our bathrooms
To face the unlying mirrors of
Reality that tell us:
Our hair is messy,
And the under-eye is swollen,
And we have a fresh pimple,
And we seriously need some
Serious jogging
Then once we quietly
Convince ourselves of
The dire need to fix up the
Bad hair and the
Bad bags and the
Bad skin and the
Bad bod tomorrow,
We dive back into the sink
To wash away the residual smiles
That we had garnered in the daytime
And remind ourselves how
Glad we are to be
Home sweet home