Come Home Poem by James Casey

Come Home

Unheard, the songs I sing.
Unnoticed, the hope I bring

Until the end of strife
That is the end of life,

Unseen, are the angels' wings.
Uplifting, is the song they sing

Let it go, my unheard cry.
Let it be, the old reply.

Let none escape their fate,
Let no one pass the gate.

Don't die, and pass it by.
Please live, don't ask why

Fear not, the voice replies.
Hear not, those words unwise.

Steer clear, of a sad demise
Remember son, there is no prize

Peer out, through all their lies

Then come home


Jim 1970