Wherever you are, be there. Jim Rohn
I am packing all my clothes.
I’m packing my pants and my shirts.
I’m packing my socks, my drawers,
And I’m packing my shoes in pairs.
My clothes, I’m taking them all.
Clothes for when the seasons fall.
And clothes for when they rise,
To spring forth my demise.
I’m packing all my clothes.
I’m packing to go home,
Where in I will settle
To sleep for many nights.
I’m packing all my clothes.
My shoes, my shirts and my pants.
I’m packing them all.
My socks and my drawers all.
I’m packing all my clothes.
I’m packing them all,
Leaving nothing behind
For someone else to find.
I’m packing them all.
To go home,
Though I’m already home.
© 2019 The Poets Peace