Someone now here

long ago had been there

and proffered her cheer

in her warm comfy chair.

I also was there

long ago—as was he—

but these days her chair

has no welcome for me.

So now I watch him

as he heads for her chair,

still wishing her whim

wouldn’t welcome him there.

I’ve longed for her chair

since I first chose to roam

but I can’t go back where

there is no place like home.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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