Sometimes words can mean so much.
They can break your heart.
Or mend your mind,
I once read a book in which it said,
Home is never a
place....But always a person.
In this life...this little life of mine,
I’ve met many people...some made me smile.
Some made me laugh and hate goodbyes,
Those are the ones...that make everything worthwhile.
In this life, this life of mine...
I live across cities, sometimes 2 at a time.
I’m never in one place, for way too long.
Never around, to remember the faces in the crowd.
As I leave, again this time
I think about times...great times that went by.
And all that comes to my mind, as I write this rhyme,
Is that home is never a place. But probably persons.
So this is a hello. And another goodbye.
All said together...in one little rhyme.
Hopefully we’ll meet...soon sometime
Till then I bid you...a sweet goodbye.
