Once again I cross
the threshold of this home.
Why expect company now,
when I have always gone alone?
I have measured distances before;
my past is my pride.
I will also go once more,
with my will by my side.
And yes, I am older now,
but I am also more wise—
a bit more towards the path
I focus now my eyes.
My smile is my sickle,
harvesting what I have sown.
Once again I cross
the threshold of this home.