The Journey Home

Life happens on the road,
Between passengers in the rugged bus
Or behind the windscreen shield from hawkers
Between the salutations with our strides
Or the solitary wanderings – the journey of our minds

Home is the place to be
But the transit home is life itself…
Let me live…even if I can’t choose the faces I’ll see
Home is the place that calls
Where only the faces I desire to see I find.


Published by: scribepoems

I am passionate about Truth and also lucky to be able to script my thoughts in poems. My greatest desire is to be able to connect with people of all ages and cultures...simplicity is probaly another word for effectiveness.

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