I’ve grown through all these many years or so
It seems there’s really no place left to go
There’s no way yet to thrive in outer space
In truth it’s not a safe or happy place.
I’d rather be stuck in a cardboard box
Or forced to walk without both shoes and sox
Than sacrifice the pleasures that I’ve known
Among my family and friends at home.
At this stage of life I find I’m confined
By the strings of our love and joy combined
I believe that I’ll simply hang around
Until God’s solution at last is found !