Come You Home Poem by John Sensele

Come you home, lad
Where mom and dad await your return
Long missed; cut out your sad
Posture, lad, family bridges don't burn.

Come you home, souse
Where offspring and wife long for you
Pray for you although your louse
Gets on family's nerves, they've forgiven you anew.

Come you home, wayward guard
Where family although silly
Invites the local bard
To sing a melodious ditty.

Come you home, lass
Where family cries day and night
Cos streets ain't no good for your class
Built painstakingly in your life to inject light.