A Place to Come Back To

It's not much to speak of
My humble abode
Compared to the splendors
Of life on the road
I love the adventures
I love the outdoors
Still it's nice to return to
A place that's just yours

A place to come back to
All journeys must end
My chair by the fireside
A faithful old friend
And too many trinkets
Just gathering dust
A lifetime of keepsakes
So keep them I must
The pictures and portraits
That hang on each wall
Are long lost relations
I don't quite recall
Their unspoken welcome
Greets me at the door
So warm and inviting
Worth coming home for

A place to come back to
Where comfort abands
With homely aromas
Familiar sounds
A creak on the staircase
The door jammed with sticks
A crack in the window
That one day I'll fix
The books on the bookshelf
I've no time to read
The things that I care for
But don't really need
It may look untidy
Well that is just fine
Who cares if it's messy
The mess is still mine

A journey as splendid
There's so much to learn
But once it has ended
You know you'll return
Then all will seem rosy
As you find a path
To somewhere that's cozy
Your place by the hearth

A place to come back to
The calling is strong
My instinct assures me
It's where I belong
Wherever I travel
Wherever I roam
There's one place I yearn for
The place I call home

A place to come back to
The place I call
Home