Color Me Lonely Poem by chris schwartz

Color me lonely.
Went to my hometown
No one is around.
The landscape has changed,
My children have re-arranged,
My old home has shattered,
Not much left to grasp onto
Noting left I guess,
To hold.
The fifteen hours
On the road
Left me thinking
I was something
They hoped I'd
Be driving home for
But short of the youngest,
They don't need me here
No more.
Guess that
Is what I hoped for,
But a small recognition
Might'a been fine.
Guess we all have our time
Just color me lonely
We are all just dust
On the sandscape of time.