Remembering a few years back
my husband said, “Come on, let’s pack!
We’re going on a two day trek”.
To which I said, “Oh, what the heck!”
I wish then that I’d thought it through.
I know now just what I would do.
I’d tell my dear to go alone
’cause I’d stay home right by the phone.
We drove and drove and drove some more
’til my behind was getting sore.
What did we see? Not one blamed thing –
just rocks and trees and birds on wing.
The towns were miles and miles apart –
no off ramps, rest stops, mini-marts.
And bathrooms were a luxury …
’cause he could use the nearest tree.
And, no motel … oh, not for us –
a truck stop by a greyhound bus.
Then back to driving, oh, what fun
from early dawn to setting sun.
I did allow this man to live
and even learned how to forgive.
But not again, I told that man.
I just won’t go, but he sure can.
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