Home

Rich or poor home will always be home

I will always walk,

Tough or not,

Away from home maybe,

But papa says,

The road will always,

Always lead me home.

The lights will guide me on,

Away from home,

I will go,

Life smooth or tough,

Up the mountain,

Whilst from the plains,

The road will always,

Always lead me home.

Home,

A shell everyone always crawls back to,

For better for worse,

Be it a tree or a leaf,

Its always a home,

Everyone has a home,

And the road,

Will always lead us home.

Author's Note

Welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your father. I travels to 40 countries and 48 states. Now I live 12 miles from where I was born. Life can be trickery. Sometimes we learn too late. We had a good place to live and good people near. We find our place of safety. More quiet and more lonely. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. Enjoyed reading