Summer is the season people like to take a trip
In a car across the country; in a hurry they do zip
Until they reach a destination sometimes never been before
Where they ooh and ah attractions while craving even more.
Then they come home tired and weary to their permanent abode
Worn out from their journey on the long and open road.
I thought that a vacation was to be a time of rest
To escape the ordinary -- let our mind relax at best
But, instead it is endurance often drives the weary soul
Once more to accomplish some listed unmarked goal,
Returning home again to face tomorrow's task
Unrested and still needing time to just sit and relax
No comments:
Post a Comment