Loss and Change
When one door closes, another opens, they say
But, what if the doors you have now are ok?
How do you keep those ones open each day?
And how do you keep the ones closed stay that way?
It never quite matters what you say and you do
The way things work out, "life stuff" happening to you
You try and you try to do good and stay true
But often you're left without clue one or two.
7 years I have been in this land and this place
Yes! Many times! Sure! I've felt lost in space
Trying to keep with the pace of "Rat Race"
Succeeding a bit but still falling on face
Now it is time for this Man to come home
For many a moon I have lived all alone
Doing my own thing, setting my tone
Feeling a little like E.T., Home. Phone.
What will I do when I get with my People?
The schools and the stores and the churches and steeples
The Newborns, The NewWeds, Retirees, Grim Reapees
The schedules and lifestyle, the up-too-late sleeping?
I'd better stop writing and figure it out
No sense in having a shadow of doubt
Fretting and frowning and wearing a pout
The good news is now I'm a little less stout!
Home I will go, in the know, without money
Hearth is my place but it sure will be funny
To navigate changes in me, bee to honey
I sure will not miss the ubiquitous Sunny
So home, here I come, wh'er your ready or not
Home from the Land of the Sand and the Hot
Home to Insanity. Sign on the dot!
We'll see if they missed me a little, or Lot
When one door closes, another opens, they say
But, what if the doors you have now are ok?
How do you keep those ones open each day?
And how do you keep the ones closed stay that way?
It never quite matters what you say and you do
The way things work out, "life stuff" happening to you
You try and you try to do good and stay true
But often you're left without clue one or two.
7 years I have been in this land and this place
Yes! Many times! Sure! I've felt lost in space
Trying to keep with the pace of "Rat Race"
Succeeding a bit but still falling on face
Now it is time for this Man to come home
For many a moon I have lived all alone
Doing my own thing, setting my tone
Feeling a little like E.T., Home. Phone.
What will I do when I get with my People?
The schools and the stores and the churches and steeples
The Newborns, The NewWeds, Retirees, Grim Reapees
The schedules and lifestyle, the up-too-late sleeping?
I'd better stop writing and figure it out
No sense in having a shadow of doubt
Fretting and frowning and wearing a pout
The good news is now I'm a little less stout!
Home I will go, in the know, without money
Hearth is my place but it sure will be funny
To navigate changes in me, bee to honey
I sure will not miss the ubiquitous Sunny
So home, here I come, wh'er your ready or not
Home from the Land of the Sand and the Hot
Home to Insanity. Sign on the dot!
We'll see if they missed me a little, or Lot