For men are homesick in their homes, And strangers under the sun, And they lay their heads in a foreign land Whenever the day is done.
from G.K. Chesterton’s poem “The House of Christmas”
For men are homesick in their homes, And strangers under the sun, And they lay their heads in a foreign land Whenever the day is done.
revivedwriter 
Nice first line about being “homesick in their homes”.
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one day
some way
not there
or care more so
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Sad but often true 💜
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