Home, Sweet Home

By luigi_pagano

Sun, 13 Oct 2024
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“I am eighteen, the world is my oyster,
I am finally free from parental control.
I can do what I like, revel and roister;
I want to enjoy myself and have a ball.“

This is what I said on my coming of age,
exhilarated by an unrestrained freedom.
My parents had kept me in a gilded cage
but how much longer would I need them?

I honestly believed that it would be best
to copy what the fully-fledged birds do:
flying on their own after leaving the nest.
I didn't wish to be an unwanted cuckoo.

As I couldn't raise the adequate  finance,
being as poor as a typical church mouse,
it so happened I never got the chance
to move out of Dad's and Mum's house;

I am now thirty-five, still living at home
with mum and dad, in a two-up two-down
with, at the front, the usual garden gnome.
It is no wonder that my parents frown.

 
© Luigi Pagano 2024

 

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

That's a beautifully relaxed looking gnome in your picture! I'm always fascinated by them. They used to scare me when I was a kid, but now I rather enjoy seeing them in people's gardens and I'm always amazed at the effort people put in to arranging the little tableaux.

As you say, moving out is such an ongoing problem these days for the young. Rents where I live are astronomic. Young people really don't stand a chance.

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

I also feel sorry for young people trying not to rely on their parents for accommodation because of excessive rent or high interest rates. I am in a fortunate position to have acquired a property when the conditions were more favourable. Thanks for reading and commenting, Jane.

Luigi x