A poem I wrote about all of the traveling I haven’t done . . .

Baedecker Love Song

 

London is burning

Venice is sinking

New York is dirty

Oslo is cold

 

We booked all the wrong tours

We missed our connections

 

We bought the wrong gifts

from all the wrong shops

 

We saw all the wrong places

with all the wrong people

 

We made all the wrong choices

 

I’d make them again

given the chance to make them again

with you

(This poem is an original work by me. Copyrighted. Please don’t steal it.)

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