I have only one.

It’s all I’ll ever have.

Hard truth as it ages,

Changes,

Sometimes in ways I don’t care for.

It’s a mobile home, not me, but the vessel carrying who I am.

It both matters so much and matters so little what I do with it.

“Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity.”

Truth. To abuse it does no good.

Wears on my mind,

Slows me down.

And so I will sweep up.

Wash the walls, take out the trash.

Put in a new light fixture or two.

And take better care of my mobile home,

As it’s the only one I’ll ever have.