</></>I can put up photographs of loved ones <br />And other familiar items, when I need some, <br />But this will never be more than my temporary home! <br />Here, in the land of prodigal sons, <br />I hope I never just assimilate; <br />All I have to do is time-nothing more! <br />Long ago, I accepted that my fate <br />Would be decided by looking past this, to something more! <br /> <br />Never once was a really given a choice, <br />But I am determined to give my future a voice <br />That erases regrets of the past, and to have none new- <br />I wish to better the lives of loved ones, and to have one, too! <br />This is but my temporary home, I hope for one, more permanent, <br />With faith and hope, I may help Him to determine it! <br /> <br />Maurice Harris,19 July 2011<br /><br />Maurice Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-temporary-home/
