Though I still exercise myself with such
Heartfelt requests for you to guide me home,
They only serve to tell you just how much
I treasure my soft bed, some time alone.
The social animal will oft retreat
Into his cave; so likewise I would fain
Cease travelling, and thus protect my feet;
Cease revelling, and thus protect my brain.
But neither can I do; rather, condemned
To walk o’er land, and sea, and foam betimes,
I seek my only solace in each friend
I meet and entertain with meagre rhymes.
To recap: show me home, is what I mean;
And what once took eight lines now spans fourteen.
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