THE WANDERER
I am going home, yet not without sorrow;
for too long have I been adrift.
There was no place to call my own nor
anyone to take me in.
The price I paid for careless days of youth
spent has been far too dear.
I look upward to a welcoming sky that beckons,
reassuring that, soon, this
wanderer shall be home, in the warm and loving
embrace of the cosmos . . .