Going on a long vacation is a cornucopia of sensations.
So much to do before you go and, oh, the expectations!
To keep track of things I made list after list.
So many things I’d need–or not, if you get my gist.
I was unsure of what to take or leave behind.
I’d pack my entire closet if I had half a mind.
What about the weather and how formal things might get?
I like to keep it simple; I wear a suit with much regret.
And I don’t need golf clubs, tennis racket or even a deck of cards.
I’ll tour the local sites; send pictures back home with best regards.
Some folks like an RV; others a plane and a nice hotel.
I have friends who back-pack and think sleeping in the woods is swell.
Or there’s a cruise if you prefer to over-indulge and eat yourself silly.
Others prefer making no plans at all; they just wander around willy-nilly.
It’s amazing how fast time goes once the vacation starts.
In no time you’re paying the bill—ouch, it always smarts!
But it was worth it. You see things you’ve never seen and do things you’ve never done.
And in the end you are anxiety-free, well rested from basking in so much fun.
Now it’s back to reality and marching once again to the beat of your usual drum.
And after unpacking you sit and ponder…from where did all this dirty laundry come?