Moving

Sat, 06/02/2018 - 12:31 -- KkJones

Home is where I rest

My head at night

Such a fickle word

It seems to change all the time

 

I’ve gotten used to

The shifting

The packing

Up and going

 

Sometimes I wonder if

I’ll ever settle down

Maybe I’m just meant

To migrate

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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