NOMADS

Travelers all in transit,
I guess I’ve seen em all.
From Motel 6 to Hilton,
From Sydney to Sioux Falls.

Down and out or wealthy,
Big bucks or getting by.
Some are on a budget,
Some are flying high.

Some show up in limos,
Others come by cab.
Some pay up with crumpled cash,
Others run a tab.

Different as we may be,
Entourage or all alone.
We have one thing in common,
We wish that we were home.

Category: Life, Poetry

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