The road is dry and my feet are bare but I am heading for home I just must get there. I walked this way when I went to school so full of hope open to learning the rule.
I trod this way way as I grew older my books got heavier and the winters got colder. I would often stop and look to the sky and see the birds migrating, my young inquiring mind asking “Why”
As I got older the boys would carry my books, we rode in their cars and in summer we splashed around in the brooks. The coffee bars were the place to be when learning and Saturday jobs were done and we were free.
I drove this rode as I left home off I went around this world to roam. I learned all the things I thought I needed to, yet in the end I came home to you. Back to you and all you hold, my loves my hates , my friends and my safety behind the garden gates.
Time has past and so have we but still this road I travel step by step, a little afraid I hope they have all managed the last walk like me.
I am getting near enough to see , Oh! how lovely, what a sight to see every single ghost from the past has made it back just like me.
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