What To Him Is Home Ground

He had been in distant Countries from his first home place far away One who had witnessed many a sunrise and sunset distant from where he had first seen light of day But that nostalgia does linger surely not a lie He returned to the home place to grow old and die Today in the town-park where he played as a child his ashes were spread Whilst a school mate the eulogy on his life read Though many women had come to and gone from his life He did not have children or did not have a wife One in his lifetime who had been to many a town and city seen many a Country and countryside One who had seen so much and traveled far and wide One who had been to London and Paris and Delhi and Rome But all of his roadways did lead him to home To die and be cremated and his ashes spread around With Nature in peace on what to him is home ground