I need to leave the world I know behind
And though it is only for a short time,
Upon my return, I will start to find
That I do not come back to the same clime.
Though it may appear vey much the same,
I will discover when I dig deeper
That a friend will have a new face and name,
And the happening place, now’s a sleeper.
What became of this place while I was gone?
Who is responsible for all the change?
Will I always long for the days of yon
When the place I came from was not so strange?
My fate at my home is to be alone
When I am the one who has never grown.
John Collings 