Rhyme

Narrow pen-tip, thinning ink;
What to do tonight but write?
Home tomorrow; home to think;
Home to act bold yet contrite.

Six long years since rhyming's end;
High school, college, in between.
Now the rhyming's back again,
Flaunting worded liberty.

One more class and then a car,
Filled to brim with packing stuff;
Driving home, not very far,
To a bed and homey things.

Oh my, the rhyme's deserted me...