Hillary’s throat becomes mine

Packing my life in a bag,
All of a sudden I’m sad.

Tears were swelling in my eyes,
I knelt to pray at bedside.

Lord, bless all whom I have met,
Even Patriots of sure bet.

Leaving my keys in the room,
I walked out in morning gloom.

Many thanks for the drizzling rain,
Baptizing me once again.

Heading back home is my dream,
I leave behind a good team.

New challenges lie ahead,
I shall press on with no dread.

Lord, you be my shield and strength,
Lead me into greater length.