I never felt at home below. <br />As people come and go. <br />Silly when I give this thought. <br />Where in the end we go. <br /> <br />The sun begins it's arch on high. <br />All feel it's noon time glow. <br />Blind eyes would let it fade away. <br />To set again each day.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-never-felt-at-home-below-2/
