So far across that big ocean
yet your forever on my mind
sometimes homesick or lonely
hard feeling those combined
I left home so very young
my loving family left behind
found friends here in Lisbon
and memories that will bind
life here’s turned out great
expectations filled, no deny’n
next step in my dream future
has much clearer been refined
here I’ve a richness in my soul
and too a quiet peace of mind
back there folks hurry n’shout
but at heart — most are kind
Manhattan’s May sidewalk bouquet
remembering — I can’t help cryin’
point is, NYC’s stuck in my head
for my big apple, my love is blind
it’s just my Manhattan melancholy
a tough sadness when unconfined
do I ever think about going back
no – it’s to going on I’m inclined
no — never will I go back there
to this reality I am resigned
yet I will always feel the tug
it’s my New York state of mind
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
More poetry at: earthweakl
