Fireside traveler
I said I have never been abroad
You might sneer and then say pity
“Your salary can well afford
You to travel on any board.”
I felt the shame inside and out as a miser
Then put on the pretension of the wiser
“A trip saved is worth the penny in hand,
The fireside couch potatoes understand.”
My soul is an exile ever on the roam
It never settles, abroad or at home