The Dance of Home and Hope

Title: The Dance of Home and Hope

As mortgage rates gently sway,
A tempting path we may survey,
But waiting for them to take flight,
Could dim the dream, extinguish light.

In this fragile realm we tread,
Where walls of bricks and dreams are wed,
The market’s rhythm, ever sly,
Beckons us to seize the sky.

Yet timing is a fickle song,
For rates can rise, hearts can prolong,
The dreams deferred, the hopes now dashed,
When in the cusp, we too much thrash.

So seize this moment, here and now,
With steady hand, sweet sweat on brow,
For in this dance, true fortunes lie,
Twinkling stars in buyers’ sky.

With every step, our dreams take flight,
As faith transforms the darkest night,
And in our journey, there exists,
The love that only home insists.

So do not wait, too long to see,
That rates are just a siren’s plea,
To dance this dance of home and hope,
Embrace it now, and let it cope.