Far from being fathomless
I wouldn't hazard a second guess
at the truest nature,
yours or mine,
I've seldom seen the two align.
Still nothing more could we ask
than to take ourselves to task,
for whatever result,
whether good or bad,
we still run far and fast.
To distant lands we scatter,
forget the former, on the latter!
There's nothing lovely,
no beauty keen,
that could make the distance matter.
Far from standing on the porch,
I really couldn't say
how many years I've been away.
There's a certain charm in coming home,
but not in coming home to stay.