Not quite home.
Still my house, not quite home;
Only a few signs I ever lived there.
Where I dwell, not quite home;
Only a few signs I even live here.
It seems a thousand miles away.
Sunset approaches and I look to the east (8-27-2011).
Posted on August 29, 2011, in Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
nice poem! A friend of mine once commented that where-ever I’m NOT is my home!
It will be – I hope sooner rather than later.
This is beautiful.