Yesterday was mybirthday
There was nocelebration
No party, not even aphone call
Which is not to saythat no one cared
But no one dared
To create an event
But then
There is no home forthe homeless
And while there is aroof and a bed
A home is more thanthat
A home is a center oflove
And love lost and notregained
Leaves one on thefringe.
To be sure there arefriends
Still around, stillcaring
And there are many joys
Almost nightly
But in the morning
I rise to an empty room
And the gloom
Pushes me into the car
To travel afar
In search of
Someone
Somewhere
Anywhere
That love can be shared
And breakfast made
And memories and dreams
And hope.
I would love to go home
But I don’t know wherehome is
Anymore.
