In the half-light of my sunset
close to what I know and love,
I will come here,
And I will be home.
Yes, it will be different,
I am not pretending otherwise,
But I will be comfortable and cared for,
Not left to the white walls of surrender,
And this alone gives me strength and hope.
And this is my quiet freedom—my peace.
In the mystery of life’s winding down,
the simplest joys are most glorious and true.
My friends and family nearby—this is my place.
But for now there is rhythm in my heart,
And briskness in my dreams,
So there is possibility in the moment,
This place which I will come,
And one day leave—as my home.
- Author Unknown
