NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Thirty

Mark This Day

Ten years

fifteen

close to

fifty.

Still

ambassador

in everyone's

strange land.

Greet with

welcomes

no one 

ever gave.

Bones

not wanted

till seen

to hold weight.

 

Motto

work will

make you 

here.

 

Home

wherever

they let you

hang their coats.

 

Sleep

arms up

ready for

light in face.