That face is almost visible still, after all these years. Time claims not the victory. and when he does, I’ll still remember. Some things are etched on firmer mettle than stone.
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."
1 comment:
Ooo this is clever! The metaphor in that last line is so powerful! Great poem!
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