Thursday, 3 March 2011

Not Any More

And I turn again
With my back to the wind
Of change and cool unknown,
As I return to my homeland
With a handful of memories
And a hopeful smile in my eyes.

The nearer I get to home
The further I stray from home
And you with your welcoming warmth.
Yet still I carry on
Down endless grey paths
To a land that no doubt will have changed.

Deliberately alone,
Accidentally lonely,
I feel that I just have to go there
So that someone will tell me
In words harsh not soft 
That it's their home -
Not mine any more.

March 1972


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