Frederick

When I left
I was a boy without the world,
Now when I return
I am a man without my home.
I think about the past,
I run from it.
I miss the feelings,
But not gossip.
I miss the smells,
But the opportunity is extinct.

I would love to return,

To the place of my growth.
The mountain backdrop,
The friendly strangers,
The Friday night lights,
The Saturday morning TV,
Spending time with friends,
Avoiding crabbiness,
Hanging with the boys in the days and nights.

I am a new man now,

That place is gone,
The feelings are inside.
My faith is unshakable,
My dreams are unmistakable.
If I returned I would be quitting,
Until the time is right.
Give me something to look forward to.

Change from within,

Makes for a return to the future.
Like a child,
I think about the way ahead.
Like an elder,
I think about the way back.
I think about being home.