I’m Coming Home

As I walked down the pathway
Through fields like a comb
Through the orchards and the deserts
I thought of coming home

But now I am an old man
And through the sea’s foam
I’m heading to my cabin
For I’m coming home

I reminice of old days
Sung in song and poem
I regret some I did
For I’m coming home

I remember farmer days
Knee deep in sandy loam
But those days are over
Because I’m coming home

So, lower down the shades
And recite my final poem
I’m going to see the world now
For I’m coming home

Do not weep for me
But recite my final poem
I’m forever young again
And I’ve gone home

I’m going to see the world now
And I’ve gone home

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