My House Is Far.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

my house is far
and at night i drive alone

it may be the same lonely road
at first i may have
disliked it

but time and the weathers
are good teachers

it is when we are alone
that we begin to talk to ourselves

when we become close friends
when we realize we are stronger than that
day before

when i arrive home
my five dogs meet me as though i am their god

my wife waits for me
and every arrival is always a sweet story

my house is far
but despite all these it will always be my home