Lay Down My Bones

And when I am dead
lay down my bones—
rest my head—in that place
where my heart resides:
in that tiny corner of England,

Home is where the Heart is.

Home is where the heart is

that is what they say,

but home: bricks and mortar,

will eventually be washed away.

 

Home is where the heart is:

I have learned first-hand 

that even the test of time 

weakens, until it cannot stand.