Home is where the heart is
The great corporate lie
For if Home is where the heart is
A million birds would fly
Soar up into the skies
To find their way Home
To drift forever more between countries
Lost wanderers to their storms
Home is where the work is
It’s also where you are
For a lucky few Home is where the heart is
I may not like it
I may bemoan it
But patients is the key
So when things get tough and too candid
Home is a safety net for me
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Echoes in the pool
PoetryPoetry Collection Welcome all you readers. Poetry has become my latest experiment. Constructive criticism would be welcomed but most of all, I hope you enjoy An amateur Poet