Thinking of Home
My brother sent a photo of
Our childhood home and, yes,
It brought me back to younger days
But what I must confess…
Is that, though I was happy there,
I’ve no wish to go back.
The intervening years have set me
On a different track.
It’s nice to reminisce but really
When we think of home,
We should be happy where we keep
Our toothbrush and our comb.
If all our time’s spent in the past
Where we did once belong,
Then something in our current life
Is definitely wrong.
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