Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
There’s a word which to be blunt
Means love to me – but others hunt
A chaster word to bear the brunt...
The winter afternoon’s dim
Dimmer still the light through the pub window
Under which two wan people sit...
