Early Home

Each person has a place of birth referred to as Early Home
If not in the big Cities of the World Cities such as London, Beiijing, Rio, Delhi or Rome
And if not from a bigger city then from some village or some town
Where so many begin their journey to disappointment or renown.

Some never venture far from their place of birth at home they age and die
The person loves the old Hometown to them is not a lie
Yet at the end of life's journey it seems the same for rich and poor and all
To the sharp scythe of the Reaper we eventually must fall.

The lust for wealth and fame is in us all though in some than others more so
But on how we treat others in Karma we do reap the seeds we sow
Those who have misplaced the higher self to others cannot be true
Your billions cannot buy off Karma of such you receive what is your due.

Each person has an early home though the lust for wander in some is strong
Wherever your journeys take you to your heart to home belong
Suppose 'tis part of who we are for how else can one explain
That the love of home until we die in us seem to remain.