As I pushed the heavy leaden shopping trolley through the aisles, <br />Preventing the trolley as it tried to the left to sway. <br />A man passed by, as many had did before that day. <br />He looked back and gently asked if I knew the way? <br />The way to where? I had to ask, <br />To my father's house, he simply replied. <br />Where does your father live, I asked with a sigh, <br />Why everywhere, but I believe you might think he lives but in the sky.<br /><br />Mad Gone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-home-30/
