I wrote a poem...

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what did I know of life

I am only a father and husband

a friend

a dreamer

a poet

a man standing at the center of his life

What could I share with you that would connect to your everyday life?

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what did I know of pain

I only have my past and heart

my blood

my failures

my loss

a man still hurting from his life

What could I share with you that would connect to your everyday life?

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what did I know of answers

I am only a lonely soul

a heartbeat

a breath

a moment

a man made like no other

What could I share with you that would connect to your everyday life?

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what I wrote was this poem.

Left at Home

We are always traveling roads

  that never bring us home

Through sun, snow, and sin

We try to find the destination for our heart

 a place to rest our feet

 and pillows for our heads to rest

In a panic we pat our pockets

 turn in a circle

 and check again

    but we left our hearts

on the kitchen counter

so we stop

turn around

 and hope we find our way back