Going Home Poem by Joseph Anderson

Indeed, this is a poem to read, and for all to remember; it's just a little sad, but yet a well done piece of work! Thanks for sharing, Joseph!

I like this poem very much, Joseph. Life is short Joseph, the older we become the more we look back and realise this. To be remembered for leading a good life is a fitting tribute.

A lovely 'swan song'! Though you have written similar ones before, I know that you have no plans of leaving the stage. We too wish and pray that you continue to act your role on the stage! It is not yet time to drop the curtain! However to have a feeling of contentment as one looks back is what each man craves in life!

Wonderful composition sir! Liked the way with which truth has been expressed so honestly.

Absolutely beautiful; a sage wonder of words.

Wonderful sonnet, Joseph. Reflecting on our our own mortality is a brave thing to do. But as you so poetically express, the life we lived is never in vain. Somehow, our small deeds, our little inspirations, our poetry will live on. I am very convinced our world is moving towards kindness instead of greed. Every one of our lives, are essential elements in this big evolution towards a world full of love. Very touching and thought provoking poem, Joseph, a great ten.

What a nice and somehow poignant sonet. We all have to think of outer life, if any. But needn't be in a hurry. I understand you that it's just a poem in which as you say: Facing my mortality, but not planning on leaving soon. What I really appreciate iareyour key lines: O! Dear, sweet life, not mine to own- I'm going home, my time has flown. Thanks for sharing, Joseph

Very beautifully penned, dear Joseph. This is of course part of our own mortality which all of us must be aware of. But I pray that the Lord will grant you more time to write your poems on life. Your poems are a great legacy to our generations. I thank PoemHunter. com for keeping our poem to the public eyes. Yes, you will be dearly remembered. Thanks for the friendship here even if we have not met in person. Poems speak a language that speaks to human hearts, an important element in building true friendship.