Coming Home
Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2024 1:52 pm
Not a new piece but I thought it kinda fits.
Coming home
I thought that I’d be coming back
to places that I knew,
from whereabouts
a million dreams away.
I thought familiar houses;
people that I’d known;
kids and dogs
on footpaths at their play.
I thought that I’d be coming back
to neighbours over fences,
sharing gossip
laughing at old jokes.
Just people, average people
moving quietly through their day;
cups of tea and biscuits;
serene contented folks.
I thought that yards and pavements
would still be well maintained.
The way they were
when all my world was new.
When dwellings shone with brand new smiles;
doors open to the world.
Hey neighbour “Kettle’s whistling.
Come on through.”
Perhaps my memories fooled me.
It had been a long, long time.
I’d moved on
and so had they it seems.
So I told the taxi driver
“Just keep driving mate.”
while I sat and drank
an antidote to dreams.
Wazza
Coming home
I thought that I’d be coming back
to places that I knew,
from whereabouts
a million dreams away.
I thought familiar houses;
people that I’d known;
kids and dogs
on footpaths at their play.
I thought that I’d be coming back
to neighbours over fences,
sharing gossip
laughing at old jokes.
Just people, average people
moving quietly through their day;
cups of tea and biscuits;
serene contented folks.
I thought that yards and pavements
would still be well maintained.
The way they were
when all my world was new.
When dwellings shone with brand new smiles;
doors open to the world.
Hey neighbour “Kettle’s whistling.
Come on through.”
Perhaps my memories fooled me.
It had been a long, long time.
I’d moved on
and so had they it seems.
So I told the taxi driver
“Just keep driving mate.”
while I sat and drank
an antidote to dreams.
Wazza