At home ... with life

 Fun and frolic all the way and back

Studies were left for the wise to crack

Getting rank card signed was never cool

Yet I was at home,  right at school.

School days over, I had to prove

That I was fit to fall in a groove

I rose the ranks not by quirk

Very much at home, even at work.

From part of family, now I had one

Shoulders full, duties to be done.

Carefully paving the path for certainty

I really felt at home, in my society.

Heart may be steel, but body not so

Sometimes it just refuses to go

I am never at home even with me

At such times feeling lost at sea

Now towards the other end of life

Having crossed over without much strife

I am glad I have nothing to complain

As I am at home, at my home again!