young you yearn for other places.
to visit
faraway lands,
to see the Pyramids,
Venice,
the Coliseum in Rome.
the Grande Canyon
beckons you,
the Rio Grande. you have
an urge
to travel to Cancun,
or to Canada
for some unknow reason.
you have Santorini
in your sights,
Iceland
and Nova Scotia.
you are pulled to go
see the Northern lights.
you have the travel bug.
an itch that
must be scratched.
but no longer.
you've done all that.
and now
you want to get home,
get home
to your big chair by
the window,
to your dog,
to your cat.
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