Going Home (To My Father)
By Robert W. Cluney
Sitting in a railway station watching shafts of sunlight shining through grimy windows, waiting for a train. Going home to friends and loved ones.
Life is like a one-way railway, always going home. But I have friends and loved ones here too and this train runs both ways. I like that, for no matter which way I am going, I can always say, I am going home.