A Long Road To Home Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

It’s a long road to home even when you’re a million miles away, I think I can remember that the road that I was driving on. But now it is only a road that I was staring into, can you see the snow on the ground? It was so white that you could not even see it on the road to home. But in the distance I could see a rain cloud that was beginning to burst with snow. Now I’m still on the road to home, with only some thoughts racing through my mind and recognizing the signs as I go by them. The thoughts were the memories of time that had gone by and feeling the same way as I do each time I go on the road to home. This is a long road to home, but still it’s the same. Even though im still a million miles away from home. Could you send a letter saying “ I am sorry of what I have done “ but those words will just fade with the night. I know we had some troubled times but can we be together again. And have those times again like we had before. But still this is a long road to home, even though I’m still a million miles away. All I know that this is a road that was filled with the memories that I had left behind. But those memories still remain in me and they will never ever fade in the night. So this is the road to home and I know this is where I belong, but in this heart of mine I know where I belong. This is only the road to home.

February 10th,2008