Their Eyes

I had always been a travelling man,
    That wandered the world… with a trade in my hands,
To the distant realms… and cultures of afar,
    Where golden sunsets gave birth to the night's stars,

Then came the day when my journeys did end,
    As my wandering mind… found an unwanted friend,
That led me astray from my chosen path…
    Without hope of new life… just memories of what's past,

Now my thoughts go wandering… on their own,
    Forever yearning the green, green, grass of home…
Just to stand once more on the Britannic shores,
    Where my childhood dreams first began their birth,

To hold my grandchildren… of whom I've never seen,
    Listening to their laughter… that resounds in my dreams…
Their eyes might shine… and with shrills of delight…
    When I tell them stories of my adventurous life,