Where Else?

After cool water ran down my throat, I saw twilight descending
A long day that started with a forced wake out of my bed, comes to rest
As it is always, I wipe the sweat off my face with my dirty working gear,
Gather my pick axe, shovels, hoes, and head home
Where else could my weak bones and tired muscles wish to sleep?
“Home sweet home” was a song on my lips when I was a lad
It’s a phrase that has lost its taste; as a husband and a dad
Hums and haws, hue and cry, keeps me boiling in that abode
But every day, when the sun falls, that’s where my soul longs to be
At least, it’s better than this hell that pays peanuts and demands a lot
I rush to have my arms rested in my hard-earned aged sunken sofa
It’s not fun when the ceiling fan’s speed is same at all positions
And my creaking bed sings a mousy song all night
The tiles on the floor say they’re tired and can stay no more
My roofs always seep anytime the skies weep
Sometimes I look back, and it looks like the tomorrow I drew is far gone
But my responsibility is with the seeds that must be nursed for the future
I can’t give up on them when everything in them looks up to me
My mind is no longer mine; my body is everybody’s
Home is no heaven; it is no haven; but it’s not hell
That’s where my life lives
The only place I can call mine