The Gypsy's Rest
One big road trip around the sun,
not that much time, from the long view.
2020 has taken ages and is not quite done,
and a lifetime I yet want with you.
One day, we swore, we would find our way back,
to the places and people we'd left behind.
Time and again, our whole lives we've had to pack,
box it all up, new friends and chances to find.
One friend, into my circle charming her way,
with a joke about mana and health.
Now you're in my arms at the end of every day,
and there is no better form of wealth.
One home I promised when you joined me here,
a place to belong, no longer to roam.
Here we can both rest with the other near,
and each day know, at last we are home.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2020
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