The poetry that I am blogging is from a book of my Grandmother's work that I published in her memory. Any and all the royalties that come in from the sales of this book are being donated to the American Cancer Society and to the research into the cause and cure of Alzheimer's and Dementia.
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To A Wanderer
Home is the spot where our heart is
A palace of gold or a tumbledown shack
Tho we’ve wandered afar on the road of life
When we’re weary, we’ll always drift back
To the streets where we played in our childhood
To the pals that we used to know
And we’ll wander again down the lane
Where as sweethearts, we used to roam.
Tho the scenes have all changed, and the people too
For our pals have all drifted away
But they, like us, will all come back
To the home of their childhood some day
For no one has wandered too far down the road
To heed not the call of home
And once he returns to familiar scenes
He never again will roam.
