Gary the Poet's Pen
A Place To Call Home
I was down on my luck and no longer a young buck
And yet, you chose to reach out to me,
I was usually a poor chooser, portrayed as a loser
We met, and I have fulfilled my destiny.
I know not the whole score; I am no longer poor
I have a treasure that has truly saved me,
I have the common sense to say within this tense
Without measure, I love you, oh my Amy.
How much longer we will live, I know not, but I give
To each day with you my very best,
If I only wrote one song to heal and right every wrong
I’d title it, thanks to you I am blessed.
So let me close with a melody that no one knows
It stirs the heart and lives in this poem,
Because of your dear love that was sent from above
I have a new start, a place to call home.
Written by Gary Cox 05/07/2021...to God be the glory