Ach...

I'm not in trouble, I don't suppose...
I sleep well, I wear fine clothes
I go just where the Lord's wind blows.
Long enough of doing so
A man may learn just where to go,
And that's home, to where the heart is.
I have no wife, no kids sprung hence,
No ties, no needs, nor wish for else.
Guess I'll go and check up on my folks...




What have I learned, these long, lonely years?
That striving can't compete with tears.
Tis better to fail, and cry out your heart
Than it is to live unexpressed, sans Art
Though my art, it humble be
Unseen to most but Buddha and me
Yet I'm sure I have Something
Worthy now, toward home to bring,
For Treasure we aren't on Earth keeping,
But in our hearts

Here are my thoughts laid down to see
In hopes of making it plain to thee
Why I lived so long so far and separately
Even though I've sorely missed my family