Thinking of Home

My brother sent a photo of

Our childhood home and, yes,

It brought me back to younger days

But what I must confess…

Is that, though I was happy there,

I’ve no wish to go back.

The intervening years have set me

On a different track.

It’s nice to reminisce but really

When we think of home,

We should be happy where we keep

Our toothbrush and our comb.

If all our time’s spent in the past

Where we did once belong,

Then something in our current life

Is definitely wrong.