Say What You Like, But I Have Lived Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Finally I am going home
For half a century I did roam
Traversed continents without a care
Here, there and everywhere

Time fleeting, I try to hold
As precious as all the gold
Yet every time it slips away
So many years feel like a day

Looking back with teary eye
In memories my heart does lie
But its now gone into the past
Hands o' clock do spin so fast

Regrets no doubt I have a few
Done good and bad, that is true
No matter what some may say
For forgiveness I do pray

Why I left I'll never know
Its just the way things did go
Soul does ache and body groan
But finally I'm going home
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