Out of time and out of space,
My basement is a hiding place.
When worldly woes are overmuch,
I know a soothing sofa’s touch.
When men and women rant and rate,
There is one haven where I wait
Until they’ve blown it all; and then
I quietly creep out again.
So no, it isn’t really brave,
But then the matter’s not so grave!
Why not be cowards in the fight?
Who said it’s wrong to hide the right?
I do no harm; I just avoid
All those who chance to get annoyed,
And thus, in fleeing friends and wife,
I hide from pain, and love, and life.
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