I'm Coming Home Poem by Randy McClave

I'm coming home
From the days that I did roam,
The wind behind me has blown
I'm coming home.

Will anyone be there
When I arrive home from the air,
Will anyone had thought about me or missed me
Will anyone want to hold and kiss me.
When I come through those gates
Will there be any dates,
And will there be at least one tear
Because, I wasn't here.

When my plane does land
Will there be any woman excited to hold my hand,
Not because of a wallet in my pocket
And not even for a gift or a locket.
And while I am now sitting and writing
I wished that she was waiting for a sighting,
Because soon I will be landing
I wish in the waiting area she'd be standing.

I'm coming home
From the days that I did roam,
I thought of her while I was alone
I'm coming home.

Randy L. McClave