From place to place I wander and roam

Always coming back but never coming home

Only returning from whence I came

The locks not mine nor the room where I lay

A borrowed existence kept anchor free

Soon to be tied to a home I won’t leave

That word not used for many a year

Brings silent smile from ear to ear

Realisation dawns with coming change

Sanctuary to be found at the end of my days

Regardless now of wherever I may roam

My final destination will at last be home

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