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.
You feel beleaguered when you’re old
For what’s to come? Fuck all, you’d say
The last few sunsets slip away…
I hardly dare to write. You open a door,
A pile of crushing cares stacked up behind it
Tumble on you, and smothers: the great store...
