We
don't go much anymore
stick pretty close to home,
that's where all our
stuff is
don't have no need to roam,
it took 40 years for us
to get
this goldarned far,
no reason to go someplace else
we're happy where we
are
The bed's the way we like it
used to its dips and folds,
others
ain't as pleasin'
guess we don't fit the mold,
and then there's the recliners
the one place that we find
adjusts to our dimensions
and mends our
backs and minds
Our toothbrushes are handy
just where we left 'em last,
our books are
on the table
our teeth are in the glass,
plus there's the facilities
they're nearby and we find
a stall is always open
no need to wait in line
Yep, travelin's a fun affair
but it just ain't our speed,
'cause
all the stuff we left behind
becomes the stuff we need,
so we don't go
much anymore
it's too much stress to pack,
what's the sense in all the
goin'
when you're wishin' you were back.
© d.knape
May 15, 2013
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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