Tired poem
What is a bed and a family
After you've been arrested
Or stayed away in a hospital
Feeling like isolation
Dialing home's number til your fingers hurt
Or when you're away at college and you miss their wisdom
Or when you have kids of your own and you're lost And you miss their wisdom
Or when you're working overseas and it's so lonely and far
Or when you're traveling and sharing a room with 50 Hostellers
LOST
WE GO on and on in the Lost and Found
And you don't know why you're in any of those situations
And you're trying to be all things for all people
Then you appreciate
And when you try to run you just try
Cause a homemade stinky sausage and potatoes made for you is like gold
And making a cuppa for family is your essence
AND A SMOKE is a time to dream about BC trees and the moon
AND PROBLEMS are temporary
And the Nothing is smaller here
And you keep the door open through bullying and Violet
And it's cause the memories and substance of the whole damn thing is gold
And you miss extended family but there's only so many to go around
And you need a Grandma
Or her memory
AND HER MEMORIES
AND YOU'RE SORRY YOUR LOST SOUL EVER TOOK ANYTHING FOR GRANTED
YOU DON'T WANT TO Pace into Oblivion right now
EVEN WITH favorite songs on your lips it still hurts
So give of yourselves to others
FELLOW LOST ONES