Returning Home?
A dream slipping away,
As the road grows ever longer,
As time for this mortal body ebbs away.
Still yearning for the utopia of my youth again,
The old family home for generations,
A little piece of England's green and pleasant land,
Now perhaps lost to me forever.
By Christopher Tye
This writing haunt me, i feel like are you fine now Chris, i wonder how you doing..i hope you are somewhere safe with a warm care...beautiful poem with diverse meaning i can relate to but what i hope is you will find way home, find key to success or at least freedom to be who you want to be...10 is for you my dear friend, be strong be powerful inside to change what we could! :) stay positive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Sir Christopher, Your poem has a story, so emotional and powerful. Hope you are okay sir.... Sincerely, diane