There’s no place like it
Wherever you roam.
It is sweet, it is
Long after it’s gone.
The memories that linger
The love in the air
The festive mood
Of everyone there
Pallets on the floor
The linen closet left bare
It’s not always your own
sometimes you share...
...with the kids on the TV show
That weekly filled the air.
You watched to learn what to wish for
When you wished someone cared.
A concept not foreign
You know what you’ve missed.
You’ve never been at the top
Of anyone’s list.
You don’t speak the word.
It feels thick in your mouth.
The sand has all fallen
And time has run out.
No one wanted an older child
Who had not one other.
No one wanted to claim her,
No father no mother.
I’ve got a bag and a ticket
On the next bus that comes along.
I don’t know where I’m going
I’m on my way home.
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