Coming Home

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The ageless sun, in its ageless quest,

sweeps life forward in its ageless jest.

Seeking eternally for the gold of springtime,

and the hoped for thrills of finding wealth

in the far off hills.

In the meantime,

missing the joys and the love,

and eternal bliss of family life,

the fond embrace, encouraging kiss.

Soon the lust for gold is gone.

You no longer care to roam,

but bask in the glow

of coming home,

to the peace and quiet

of a loving home.

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