Oh, how we near arrival, shore in arms grasp
Lost at sea so many years, wondering when
our hearts would bring us back. I haven’t all
the answers, in the enigma of the land,
what can we expect, when water meets the sand?
Though in it’s grounding nature, a veiled hope
may emerge; perhaps we never parted,
perhaps we never could.
Dad Joke #29:
Why do chicken coops only have two doors? Because if they had four, they would be chicken sedans!