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.
Shall I begin with your rare hair
Heaven to press my face against?
Eyes to bring me to despair...
When you ail you reassess
Your life with cold criteria
You feel you’re old and life’s a mess...
