Stone Poem by r james sterzinger

what good are my memories now
father gone mother gone
i have no home
why was i so restless to leave
what was i migrating toward
i never did come back in the spring

i lost my path my way
i had to leave so young
i was barely sixteen
what i hoped to find isn't here
thirty seven years later

the love i thought i would find
turned bitter. i have nothing
that i left with, save
my name. the one i'll leave
on my stone