I caught myself again,
Looking for places to sleep.
I was walking around the city, thinking about my life,
And by chance I wondered, "Will I one day be without a home,"
"Experiencing pains I have never known?"
And I looked. I looked for places where I might sleep,
If it were such as me being homeless.
I thought about things, and I honestly thought,
"Will people remember me? When this horrid war is thru,"
Will they consider me, and keep to me true?"
But I know not, for war is a tricky thing.
With death it begins, and with death does it end.
For I have met hundreds of souls, keeping in mind,
Considering and pondering,"Friends are temporary,"
"But how does One turn friends to family?"
For a friend is lost in the tide,
Conforming to the tides of conformity.
Then I think about the family God gave me,
I question and say,"Have you made a mistake?"
"How much work does a family really take?"
And I realize, family lasts
Even when the leaves are falling, the branches stay on the tree.
So, I no longer wonder,
I no longer think,
I know longer ponder,
About places I may have to sleep.
Brad McCall
