Home

Though no poetic genius I,
With tear and laughter in my eyes
Did sit to write this little verse
And with a pen, my joy converse.

At home, ‘twas bliss to fin’lly be.
Much wealth have I in family.
Had been too long since I was there,
Having taken fortune’s dare.

For years, my life hath led me far,
My sights been trapped by distant star.
Around the globe hat my work led,
But home is where my soul is fed.

Maternal love and paternal joy
Were lavished on this weary boy.
Such tenderness did warm my heart,
And happy recollections start.

My youthful dreams found friendly ear,
Within those rooms I held so dear.
That company, seen all too rare,
Spoke with no shame, our hearts we bared.

Fraternal games and traps all played,
Departure moment plans all laid,
With rested soul, I waved goodbye.
Armored for the world, went I.