Leaving Home Poem by David Harris
Leaving Home
My bags are packed
and I’m leaving home.
My old heart wants to roam.
I don’t know where I am going
and I don’t know how long I’ll be gone
or when I’ll be back again.
There is wanderlust in my soul,
a call I have to answer.
My bags are packed
and I am leaving today.
I will be back when my wanderings are though.
How many days that will be,
is hard to tell, only that I must go.
6 February 2009
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4/19/2024 11:01:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello, Wanderings without things is easier always and everywhere.... 10... Best wishes, Tsira