HOME AGAIN

A long time away. Good to be at home.

I often have to ask, why do we roam?

What we treasure’s near, our family and our friends.

Everything’s familiar, current news and trends.

Travel’s become a nightmare, a cruel cattle drive.

You’re lucky if you’re sane when you at last arrive.

What is it that we seek when we go abroad?

What do we learn on strange and distant sod?

That others are like us? Hopes and dreams we share?

The same eternal questions and sorrows that we bear?

This wisdom is in books. We needn’t venture far.

If reading’s not your thing, try your local bar!

BORN LUCKY

Born in Canada

Normal, healthy

Parents cared

Not poor nor wealthy

Schooling good

Too young for war

Prosperous times

Jobs galore

Modest talent

Enough to get by

Not famous or rich

An everyday guy

Lucky in love

Marriage lives on

Three beautiful kids

Two daughters, a son

Travelled the world

Friends everywhere

Lived to be old

Still have some hair

Who do I thank?

Am I favoured by God?

Or is it by chance

A smooth path I’ve trod?