Homesick
The deep pain of an old boy
Who lost himself in age's ploy
Cries out for a slice of what went away
And looks with fear of the future's way
The deep pain of a soul so young
Who remembers his clean mug
Now stepping to the grindstone like a man
Lost the childishness of yesterday's span
Smiling through his teeth but with a sorrow deep
Of a place in memory that he can't keep
All left for him to recollect for the times coming
Until the memory fades and sorrows summing
The home where the heart once bled and beat
Now just a rubble of dust and peat.
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