WHEN I GO “HOME”

WHEN I  GO “HOME”

Binghamton, where I grew up,

Slowly fades from mind…

That’s where my parents are buried,

No reasons or questions to find.

Basically ignored High school,

Growing up wasn’t much fun…

I cut across clique lines as a rule,

Never settled in just one.

The one former girlfriend I’d want to see

On Facebook, refused contact….

Differing politics probably,

I’m not  into Liberal “facts”.

Why ignore the rest of the crowd,

The wholesome people I knew…

Don’t really know except

That that hassle of life is through!

The “home” I have is really my wife’s.

The house in which she was born…

Traveling with her up there once a year

I cherish it every morn!

–Jonathan Caswell

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