The Wait

I’ve done the research, done the design,
I’ve bought the wood and screws;
I’ve carefully built this rig of mine,
I have paid my dues.

It’s all starting to align,
every wire and fuse;
I’ve got power from the sunshine,
none of this is news.

I yearn to be among the Pines,
to get out there and cruise;
to live the life we know Divine,
throughout the land suffuse.

But there’s this house I must assign
to whoever will excuse
its problems more or less benign
which somebody must choose. Continue reading “The Wait”

You Can Never Go Home

For twenty years I lived at home
it was quite sensory;
Grew up, moved out, and went to roam
but missed the memory.

One day my Dad died / and of course I cried
and then I decided to buy it;
Nostalgia had lied / me it did misguide
but of course I had to try it.

I found it quite strange / to see all the change
from my long lost childhood
I could not arrange / I could not exchange
what was left just wasn’t good.

Despite my new claim / ‘twas only in name
a house is not a genome;
It just wasn’t the same / and with no one to blame
I learned: You can never go home.