Home (bad poetry)

Home is where you hang your hat
Until you toss it in a ring.
Some say it’s where the heart is,
But that doesn’t mean a thing
When those you love have wandered
Chasing dreams or meaningless bling.

My love is scattered to the winds
Laced by memories near and far.
A wanderer’s tender gift of wings,
Taught home is where you are.
One cannot raise free butterflies
With captured catapillars stuck in jars.

~ N. ©2013

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