Back Home Poem by Marton Dezso

the road is like the first step
the step like the road itself.
fear not if you pass through
dark forests.
this path will take you home.

it doesn't matter if you arrive
late and unexpected. years after
you left. they had been waiting
for you master and went.
away they went.

try to catch their smell touch the dust
on the floor behold the webs in the
corners of your room.
don't feel sorry for yourself and be not mad.
they left for better, be just glad
for the journey you had.