Home for travellers
Is home where we were born and shed our first tears?
Or the bountiful land where we toil and sweat to earn our way to life?
Perhaps it is the affectionate sky under which we forge our first friendship ..
.. or the cold dreary one where we made our first enemy;
Probably it is the bustling street where our loves first flower ..
.. or the quiet melancholic park where they were ended;
But, after all is said and done
Home, is that forgiving patch of humble earth
where we finally find peace and quietness ..
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Is home where we were born and shed our first tears?
Or the bountiful land where we toil and sweat to earn our way to life?
Perhaps it is the affectionate sky under which we forge our first friendship ..
.. or the cold dreary one where we made our first enemy;
Probably it is the bustling street where our loves first flower ..
.. or the quiet melancholic park where they were ended;
But, after all is said and done
Home, is that forgiving patch of humble earth
where we finally find peace and quietness ..
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
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