Home is not a place in which you live
Nor is it a place to go
What is the meaning of home?
Something I ask myself everyday
Here let me explain
Home is a living thing
That is hard to find
Home is just a heart
That lies within yourself
Not for you but someone else
Home is never easy to find
Why is that?
You may ask!
Where is my home?
No one knows
Will you ever find it?
Only time will tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem