Home Sick

I watch the clouds go rolling by
Still no rivers in my eye
No rolling winds to pull the dust
Of which I remember with a kind of lust

Back where I thought I was king
Where I did not fear the scorpion's sting
I watched the clouds go rolling on high
In the place I called home before I said goodbye

I have a new home here on another coast
But every once in a while I will have a glass to toast
All the memories I can't seem to forget
Any time I have to stand alone with a cigarette

Not all would remember it so fondly
A hard place to live so happily
But I tell you now it's isn't a trick
Every now and then I get homesick.

  • Author: Vajavoda (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 22nd, 2022 15:01
  • Category: Reflection
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.


  • L. B. Mek

    so, so relatable
    really like how you chose
    to word it so accessible..
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

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