Homeless Future Poem by Theodore Penn

I'm leaving this town
gone without a crown
I'm packing my bags
hitting the road
until I find home
where I dream to be;
without these four walls
and wood-floor halls
no farewells, old ghost,
living in my bedroom

I'll kiss my mother on the cheek,
& miss her strength when I'm weak
embrace father in loving rite
wave to my brothers I've shared in life

Rubber meets the road
living on my own
No looking back now
No slowing me down
as I'm leaving this town