Fireside traveler

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