I despair a little; when I am away,
But when I do return, a smile is born again,
With glee, I frequent the rough edges, and the postcard scenes,
Where both sickly mundanity; and the calm; mix well in this breeze.
I despair a little, when I am not here,
For the changes made in time, may leave me to fear,
That the roles may have reversed, thus a local boy; is a stranger,
Thus, prospectively, all those; and that; I have loved, now become my danger.
But, I will not despair, in my absence,
For I have good faith, that strong is its essence,
So, when I can my friend, I will drink, in order to toast a pledge,
Continue being you, my home, my rock, quite simply a living ledge!