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Trite and True

No representation is made that the following has any literary merit whatsoever.  

The words started bouncing around my brain when I was headed to the hospital at an hour too late to be early and too early to be late. More came in between morning rounds and I felt compelled to put 'em down...

They say it's where the heart is...
Or where you hang your hat. 
They say there's no place like it
And that you can't go back.

Is it the place you start from...
Or is it where you end?
The place you spend the holidays
Or where you lay your head?

My hat sits snug upon my head,
My heart beats in my chest.
I start from where I last left off
And where I stop I rest. 

It's not a building or spot on the map
This elusive place, I find.
It's not even where my loved ones are.
My home is a state of mind. 

Comments

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ivorysilk
Dec. 9th, 2011 04:30 am (UTC)
I like it :) Very apt!
antesqueluz
Dec. 10th, 2011 02:44 am (UTC)
Thanks!
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antesqueluz
Dec. 10th, 2011 02:44 am (UTC)
Aww, shucks. Thanks!
shouldboverthis
Dec. 9th, 2011 05:38 am (UTC)
That's fantastic! Since you've traveled so much, I can see this being very true for you.
antesqueluz
Dec. 10th, 2011 02:47 am (UTC)
It's true at the moment, anyway. ;-)
angus_honey
Dec. 10th, 2011 01:10 am (UTC)
That's a very good and true little poem! It may not be of *literary merit*, but it means something to you and as such conveys your thoughts to us! Well done!
antesqueluz
Dec. 10th, 2011 02:47 am (UTC)
Aww, thanks. :-)
persnickett
Dec. 10th, 2011 08:22 am (UTC)
You're a poet and I didn't know it.;) Smart and so sweet. Colour me impressed.
antesqueluz
Dec. 14th, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
Aww shucks. :-) Thanks for the kind words.
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