Weary Road Poem by Ethan Wilson
Weary Road
That we must trudge home
With calloused feet
And a place to go
Be thankful of that light
That stays on all night
At the end of your street
Waiting to make it right
Well life has been long
Recently it's caused me trouble
But it is merely my fault I did wrong
And now i pay in double
At least I have a home
I know of millions dying to live
And it is time for me to go
So that I may now forgive
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4/25/2024 6:05:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I have a home. sweet home. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.