I have only one.
It’s all I’ll ever have.
Hard truth as it ages,
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.