What To Him Is Homeground

He had been in distant Countries from his first homeplace far away
One who had witnessed many a sunrise and sunset distant from where he had first seen light of day
But that nostalgia does linger surely not a lie
He returned to the homeplace to grow old and die
Today in the town-park where he played as a child his ashes were spread
Whilst a school mate the eulogy on his life read
Though many women had come to and gone from his life
He did not have children or did not have a wife
One in his lifetime who had been to many a town and city seen many a Country and countryside
One who had seen so much and traveled far and wide
One who had been to London and Paris and Delhi and Rome
But all of his roadways did lead him to home
To die and be cremated and his ashes spread around
With Nature in peace on what to him is homeground