Wanderlust

Every shifting of the tide
brings me closer to home.
I left because of foolish pride
and my desire to roam.

I chased the lure of foreign soils
from many ports of call.
I hopped steamers and hydrofoils
and sailed through calm and squall.

My desire to roam is through.
I’ve journeyed near and far.
My return home is overdue
and home is where you are.

Wanderlust now satisfied;
I’m tired of sea and foam.
I’ve been the whole of this world wide
But, there’s no place like home.