Sunday, April 14, 2002

On the journey back home

Been a long arduous journey From a place not mine Coming back home tonight As I hope things are fine Years have gone by Since the time I’ve been away The trees from the verandah Little higher they sway The face of the street changed Now with a new name Those forlorn walks I’ve had Are passé for my new found fame The memories still vivid Of the time I was here All those playful noises While we had nothing to fear Newer faces greet me As I walk through the door Their doe eyed innocence With aspirations for more The padre still remembers me For the mischief monger I’ve been To their love I’ll always be indebted They’re the only family I’ve ever seen

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