A house still doesn’t make a home

The wanderer who comes home in autumn

stays and leaves again

for freedom is his one

catching warm calm peace

never staying, ever resting

awake alone

(1998)

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First I was dying…

First I was dying to finish high school and start college.
And then I was dying to finish college and start working.
And then I was dying to marry and have children.
And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough for school so I could return to work.
And then I was dying to retire.
And now, I am dying… and suddenly realize I forgot to
live.

Anonymous
Submitted by Nicole Zablocki