
The ageless sun,
in its ageless quest,
sweeps life forward
in its ageless jest.
in its ageless jest.
Seeking eternally for
the gold of springtime,
the gold of springtime,
and the hoped for thrills
of finding wealth
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.
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.

This work by mysticdave is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
A beautiful and wistful poem Dave, it's where we all long to be eventually.
ReplyDeleteAw, i love this, its kinda sad, but I like it a lot.
ReplyDeleteIt's a bit melancholy but in a beautiful way. There's nothing like coming home and you've captured that sentiment with this passionate verse.
ReplyDeleteDave-I think many of us come to this in the end. The temptations of the world grow tiresome and one longs for the peace and contentment of home and a simpler way of life.
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