homecoming

like an old song sweetly sung
with a melancholy air
i remember each worn note
yet the tune seems changed
finding loved ones have grown
though their voices are familiar
dearly missed i trace the faces
aware that now i miss others too
same roads same desk same stores
lives running every direction
same bright blue sky and blazing sun
but my world has expanded
home is comforting and comfortable
i should not think of what it lacks
distant streets colored houses lining canals
silent northern forests whispering of winter
home is friendly and familiar
though some friends are far away
i'll bow and count my blessings
with joy and a tear in my eye