There are two
Things that I
Hate most of
All the first
Kiss and the
Last the first
Because it’s never
As good as
Expected and the
Last because it’s
Never ever as
Good as the
Very first one
There are two
Things that I
Hate most of
All the first
Kiss and the
Last the first
Because it’s never
As good as
Expected and the
Last because it’s
Never ever as
Good as the
Very first one
And just then
After the digging
And pailing and
Sculpting and dreaming
And building and
Coveting an unforeseen
Storm rolls in
And as much
You protect and
Scoop and try
To keep what
Was yours you
Suddenly realize that
It never was
That you were
Just borrowing it
For a time
Sitting here today
I’m present to
Lost and found
Something lost can
Be found again
But by then
It’s too late
Either you’ve discovered
A replacement or
You’ve learned to
Do without it
Keep important things
Close to you
Because once they’re
Gone they are
Gone for good
As a child
I always wanted
To tag along
With the older
Boys now the
Younger ones want
To tag along
With me times
Never change do
They we do
As you move
Farther away from
The thing that
You called home
The smaller it
Becomes until you
Arrive some place
Else and it
Gains your importance
Home is never
Where you were
It is always
Where you are