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.
The world’s a place of cups of tea
Flowers on tables, strange summer skies...
They say that one’s genetically disposed
To happiness or the opposite. If so
What’s to be done? My very mind opposed...
