Sunday Poem By Jurgen Uiterdijk

Sunday Poem By Jurgen Uiterdijk

Home

Like an homecinema on your eye You ask yourself why What is home? The source? Who is rich has never enough And mislead himself Who is poor Perhaps the right to complain One solution is given The way inside is your name With or without fame I see my point on the horizon Green grass of the heart Water is enough to tell your story With or without glory.