To you and all
who had to bend
to will and fickle whim of men
who hear a greater call

That takes him far
from whare clutter
wife and smothering child
on ego's breath of freedom

Homecomings brief
he breezes in
the scent of other women
betrayal in shifting eyes

What kind of madness
keeps willing him
to settle like familiar dust
gathered at your feet

To you and all
who fan the flame
of basic home fires burning
shadowed in his glory

What depth of sadness
in scattered dreams
like dandilions torn apart
blown on winds of change.